The Morning  After

Sky-

 blue and clear

nothing to fear

I run along rippling waves

the heart craves

 for gentle lapping near

beyond water’s shimmer

darkness seems to simmer

giants in the distance tall

untouched by mankind’s fall

the sky grows ever dimmer

Ahead a man alone

against his ear a phone

in other hand a gun

glittering in the sun

I stop at border’s twilight zone

will  stranger shoot

not give a hoot

if I live or die

out of the blue,not of sky

 but shadows of the brute

“Good morning,” smiling, with a nod

I return the greeting as I plod

along  walkway on water’s edge

between mother and child wedge

life has returned, I thank,  I laud

Some Master plan away ,afar

a moment’s madness, a bloody bar

mind invaded

reality jaded

on world’s soul,a wound,a scar

Why?