holocaustic...

mid-morrow down riverside way,
that's where we'll be in line;
for rations proportioned tickle-down
are better than nothing,
and nothing is prevalent since the mountain blew.
the mud flows where bad,
but when the sound fell,
and the water retaliated,
that's when everything became submerged,
and unless it was in a can,
forget it.
most of us lost or never knew the art of the hunt,
and those with guns now only threaten and take,
rather than searching for meat.
foraging picks the countryside clean;
so many roaming homeless and starving;
stories, bad ones
of burnings and mutilations from the south.
can't imagine what seattle is like;
people packed in cages like snared animals;
maybe we are better off here,
maybe mid-morrow down riverside way
we will get flour or some kind of grain.
we see the air drops from east of the mountain;
never finding anything that was dropped.
quite a few new soldiers in the valley
with corporate logos on their jumpsuits.
they look well fed.