In an Underground Bunker

Long it seemed to the mechanic

that they had settled on prayer;

but finally the words and their implications loosened,

subsiding into the noise of the buzzing generator.

.

Mutilation, arson, anarchy:

the world was ablaze up there.

Troves of supplies, miles of farmland—sacked, desecrated.

Infrastructure crushed.

.

A red-eyed cousin rose to offer a fractured reflection

of the past week, of the horror, and the generator rumbled on,

twisting in constant energy, trembling anger

that the mechanic hardly understood anymore.

.

The land, the country!

In a war waged on brothers,

families tore themselves from the throng

to find comfort in the removed dream underground.

.

-Blake and Zoë

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