As the world ceased to be.
Mankind’s chickens.
Had come to roost.
People marching.
Screams for answers.
CNN on 24/7 blaring.
As I packed my gear,
I saw what had begun.
What was now the norm.
Fear.
Panic.
Returning to animal law.
One last look aeound,
As I closed the front door.
Helen Tobias crying.
Waved nervously,
Dropping to her knees.
Watching me leave.
Life in flux.
Grey skies ahead.
Snow capped mountains.
Our winter retreat.
She named it our love shack.
Solitude.
Cool September morning.
Watching the doves mating.
Drinking my early tea.
First one
Then a second mushroom cloud
It had finally happened.
I took out your picture.
Knowing how your smile,
Always calmed me.
My finger tracing your face.
Your loving face looking at me.
Finishing my tea.
Knowing it was time.
Picking up my colt.
A tear falling.
First kissing you deeply.
Telling you.
Soon my love.
The thunder of a gunshot.
Sending the doves to wing.
Slumping in my chair.
As your picture falls.
Glass shatteriing.
Snow turning red.
As the doves settled
Sounds of cooing
As the snow continues
Covering the two lovers.
Never apart now.
Forever together.
Peace.
