In the Bunker

I step gingerly down the corridor

Feet sliding, shoes slipping

Grease of human remains

Stain the flooring...

Blobs, smears of bodily parts

Coat the walls, ceiling...

Drip from evey surface

I try to avert my eyes...

Not possible unless I stumble in the dark

My nostrils twitch at the miasma

Everywhere the stench of burst human

Bowels blown from the inside out

Blood, brains, bones

Paint the area like surreal abstract art

Tang of coppery blood permeates the air

So this is what happens when

A bomb is set off in a small space

Occupied by too many ...

We heard the shouts, screams

Felt the explosions rocking the building

This was supposed to be the safe place

The bunker where we would be safe

Little did we know they were already here

It may have been the clerk at the desk

Checking in those authorized for succor

A knowing smile on his face as he checked his list

Or the security officer posted by the elevator

Informing everyone to descend to floor L3

I don't know ...

We the elite, the scientists, the genetically pure

Were told to come here ...

Where we could work on rebuilding

Remaking civilization after ... well ..., after...

But I do know that in the absence of

Any remaining civilization above

With radiation clouds covering 90% of the surface

And now this ...

I'm not brave enough for this brave new world

I pick up a gun lying on the floor by what's left

Of what was once a NATO peace officer ...

Placing it to my head I close my eyes ...

Goodby

And, to anyone left

Good luck