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Chapter 2 of 27
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Nuclear Winter Part 2, (of a saga)

He lay prone,

sensed the fierce glowing beast’s approach

savage maelstrom, piercing teeth’s debris

heart thumping drums in his inner ears

birthed in hell’s quiet vacuum

void of air pressure, initial phase

microsecond after detonation

invisible hurricane borne of man

techno engineered by gin

lifted him off the ground

hurled him into upper ground level

in pitch black suspended, outer space

immeasurable fury, such power

even from ground zero, 12 miles far

concentric radii, 360 degree maw

bellowing fury tumbled him

head over heels, human pinball

and like spent inertia

of a bullet’s trajectory

like falling off

a 45 mile per hour motorbike

should suffice to break his spine

rambled thought, strange in death’s tailspin

yet survived,

due absence objects’ concrete mass

before his hurled blinded path garlanded with

supersonic wind’s magnetosphere

infrared, synthetic elemental snythesized

by man’s atomic conjugal dance

with Pandora’s electron, atomic box

victim in a netherworld

of x-ray, gamma, plethora’s waves

concentric waves expanding

seconds ago his vigilant eye observed

the falling star,

seconds to rise, seconds to run

and fall onto his silo’s latch

its dim red dome of feeble light 100 feet away

he wondered at this stroke of luck

how he scrambled in radioactive wind

running man, full of might,

full will’s live to live

he grabbed the latch and turned with all his strength

through gritted teeth survival’s conviction,

managed and broke it free

threw himself with gravity’s aid

into first chamber onto concrete floor

buried his eyes into his sleeve

for those in hope he prayed below

ignored ionic metallic taste in his mouth

though still, for his eyes it was not enough

though shut, all things glowed

through the metallic lid above, below

into this first compartment

of his tomb of life

his mental frontal field view within

his reeling brain was brightly lit

ironic gratitude to live in such a state

he had made it by skin of teeth

to inner frame contained incandescent light

survived demon’s screams of cheated death

while above his nest crashing debris prevails

radioactive dust, shredded man-made artifacts

strewn carcasses, desiccation, ashes, splinters

rubble like Mar’s desolation

here in this lead colored land