Half Life

Half Life

These parched wastes dry slowly

this wasteland’s orange sky

births fallout

its ash dusts the sands

with poison snow

that feed lakes of mercury

thirsty

for the isotope laden rain

scratch me a symbol

upon a cinder block

that makes up this

broken, leaning half-wall

this half-life

we half-struggle through

rust caked, shambling

dreaming monochromatic dreams.

© Erik Hansen 2019

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