Another Junior High writing assignment. Not great, but worlds better than
most of my poetry.

After the Rain

The world sits in silence
Rocked with devastation
The horror of exploitation

Metallic rocks glow with death
Insects battling the wastes
A fiercely deformed skull

A gaping hole to the core
Seeps out its liquid heat
Steam rises from the pile

A lone chunk of metal
Forgotten from the gods
Lives no more, all dead

Nothing stops the rain

A bright new bud of grass
Pokes its head out among the wastes
Into the light of a brand new day

After the war
After the rain