BURNT EARTH. by Steven Storrie

To see what cannot be unseen

Skeletons with a slathering of skin

somehow walking upright

Staggering in V formation

They wobble forward hesitantly

Like puppets jerked on strings

Weak bones bearing final breaths

As the end moves slowly in

The sun shines on them

But there is no summer here

No birds

No Light

No hope

Here there is survival

Here, that is all there is.

Steven Storrie is the author of four poetry collections, including 'Yours Sincerely, Axl Rose', published through Weasel Press, and a short story collection, '4pm In Los Angeles', published by DevilHouse Press. A novella, 'Drinking With Ulysses S Grant', will be published later this year, along with another new collection of short stories.

Also a novella Northern Sunset . His work is available on Amazon and all the other, usual dark corners of the globe.