The world no longer tolerated human sounds.
We again had only the wind and birds and streams, not the constant thrum of industry.
Cars and trucks and even trains lay askew, smoking and silent under gunmetal skies.
Whatever happened had passed us by – it was elsewhere, an abstraction.
So we made love, and ate, and said beautiful drunken things.
We ran naked through the house, delirious in the aftermath of history.
We lived as the Creator had intended.
And it was only after the first of the dead scratched lightly at our bedroom window
That we realized the world would have its horror – our dreams be damned.
Image by Burtoo