You are stepping out
And all you see
Is nothing
Houses turned to cages
Trapping unwilling bodies
A monochrome sky
But a thick red
On the street
A harmony of cries
High and low
Sung by a choir
Of young and old
A child staring at rubble
You go closer
Half a leg wearing an anklet
Stares back at you
A cry escapes
A tear breaks free
You hear a creak
A broken cart
With a broken man
Rolling along a broken body
In a gown
With a camouflage pattern
In red
You walk and walk and walk
Coming back at your own house
With a fallen roof
You look at your own
Half buried face
A splash of red
Apocalypse is painted
With red