Look through the lens and expect to see
beyond the shore
Nothing out there
It’s but a blank, the dark
Eyes are getting accustomed
The earth of smoke
The polluted waves
A blackened sky
A mushroom cloud up to the heavens
A scorched earth
Bodies charred to the bone
I pulled away
The sun is shining as before
I leave the lens
I care not to see anymore
I only want to feel the sun.
© D Marsden 2019
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