Fallout / by Brian Kunde

Fallout
by Brian Kunde

The light, the debris—
Silent echoes of elsewhere.
The omnipresent smoke,
The sun’s red eye,
Glaring through the soot,
The shelf of ash atop the wipers,
The fine grey coating the car,
Day after day after day
Merely hint at the horror
Beyond the horizon.

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Fallout

from Twenty Twenty : Poems from the Plague Years, 1st ed., Aug. 2026.

1st web edition posted 8/29/2026.