The Finish of the Start in the Middle

Bee
There are bombs in the sky
And radiation in the air.
How will the people tend
And all of the livestock fair?

The sound eradicates
All the parcels in the wind.
All existent life
Has finally been.

No chirping in the morning,
No sounds of nature.
No sound of women or kids,
Not young or mature.

Silence is golden
And nothing is here.
The world starts,
Again it is clear.

Bacteria forms.
And multiply to more,
As they separate
From the core.

Life begins.
As sure as it was taken,
And once again
We will all awaken.

Forthcoming once more,
Leaving a foot print.
Our venture, though
Is such a short stint.

Published by Bee

Writing is a window, an escape. It's the one thing that can take something apart, while simultaneously putting it together. It's a passion, an awakening, and something to keep motivation flowing.  View profile

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  • Stephanie Espiritu6/9/2010

    well written

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