Land’s End [Free Verse]

Public beach:
10am on a Tuesday.

It's peaceful --
Peaceful in a depressing
Sort of way.

It's desolate.
There are gulls and crabs,
But not a human in sight.

It's like the scene in which
A solitary survivor --
Having endured
Disease,
Starvation,
Outlaws,
&
Zombies
While crossing the
Continent on foot --
Realizes he has reached
The end of the line, &
The rumored sanctuary
Does not exist...

But at least the view is nice,
And -- for the moment --
It's Zombie free.

Dystopian Desolation [Lyric Poem]

A road lined with burnt out junkers,
And garbage fires 'round which hunker
Cold souls sitting in drizzling rain --
That rain, that rain, their eternal bane.

Blue skies are a distant memory --
Except for in every reverie
That denies claustrophobic skies
The main villain role - e'er reprised.

Where's our long-lost hero, the sun?
Have stout clouds got him on the run?
Or maybe our hero 's bleeding out;
Its feeble showing leaves room for doubt.