Moving through ruins –
Room by room, and floor by floor –
Broken glass ~ wind keens.
We’ve taken the hue –
Of this city’s dust ~ greyscape –
on our young faces.
Enemy unseen –
This, wearing on our senses –
Shush, sudden death lurks…
Let’s rest by a wall –
Read a letter ~ share a smoke –
Darkness is falling.
~
Big fires are burning –
Orange tinged sky ~ in the cold –
We keep out of sight.
[We cast no shadows]
Martin cracks a joke –
In utter fatigue ~ laughter –
Moment of respite.
It’s my watch tonight –
but the lads each help, in turn ~
together, ’till light.
Moving through ruins –
One block at a time ~ slowly –
’tis for you, we fight.
duncancleary 
Awesome write, Duncan. Vivid and frighteningly real depiction of what may lay ahead. Excellent!
My entry (might even relate to yours): http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/
Very well done interesting poem and the ending is so strong. Moving through the ruins.
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/#comment-447
amazing…….
Thanks folks. It could be anywhere, or anywhen.
Wonderful! Reminds me of one of Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles. Can’t remember which one, but I love it. 🙂
Thanks. I have a copy of that book around somewhere, I must dig it out and read it.