I am here
in this crater
Devastation in every direction
And I can hear her crying
I haven’t seen her since the collision
but I can hear her crying
There is this little dirt fountain in the center
And cracks and crevices radiate from it
There isn’t a rock bigger than a pebble
There are these . . . I guess they look like skinny antlers
of blackened glass
Fused sand memory of the heat of the blast
It must have happened in seconds
A ripping sound just before . . .
Millennia will pass before the scars of this Armageddon are blurred
I wonder about the nightmare bowl once cauterized by of Hell-fire
And gradually realize that I have no idea
why I’m here
Or where I came from for that matter
but I can’t exactly tell you where or what me is
And for some reason I don’t really care
I wonder if this is some residual after-effect . . .
It comes to my befuddled awareness
that there is a man of sorts
Drifting above the scorched earth
just off to my left
He is just at the range of shouting and
I can see him well enough
if I focus
I ignore him and continue my dazed
across this desert place
He’s still there
Always at about the same distance
I can feel him
but I feel no threat
how can he hurt me more . . .
I’m hurt . . .
Ouch . . .
A little bit here
What the Hell . . . ?
How did I get hurt?
Was I here when this thing hit?
I’d be dead
Am I dead
Do the dead hurt?
Maybe you get to feel the last thing
you felt just before you died
For all eternity. . .
I’m not dead
Don’t know just how I know this
but I’m not dead
I turn to regard the floating man
He isn’t dead either
Just hovering there with that daft grin
he waves back
I hear a breaking sound
it sound like rocks cracking
The Sun is setting beyond the lip
I guess that must be West
The part of the bowl that is in darkness is snapping
and popping and . . . grinding I guess
In the dark
Tendrils curl up out of the crater
Dark smoky coils of darkness
Writhing up and twisting
like worms in a dead eye
A dark forest
Some twine around each other
some stand alone
They are all wriggling
Undulating in waves
And my hand passes right through them
This is somehow comforting
I wonder if they are some alien
Life form that fell out of the sky
Nourished by the asteroid debris
that impregnated the earth
But unable to cope with the native elements
Even if the rain filled this crater
Wait a second
It has rained here
The water soaked directly into the ground
there were no puddles
Where did the rain go?