Some took pictures with damaged phones
buildings flayed alive
collapsing away from the center
A pattern of worn dominoes hit by an angry child
who couldn’t get the last ones to stop falling
taking all the others down
You had to be quick of course, to see the photos
the cities that became just place names overnight
A rescued laptop hooked to a generator with a minute and a half of charge left
one minute on a rogue site
thirty seconds before the corporation shut it down.
It’s not true that we all died.
She met him right after.
Her parents stayed dead in the back of the dank theater
she was too slow when the carts came by
Bring out your dead.
Tired of rat
she dressed in leg warmers and a top hat
picked her way to the Last Cafe In The City
Call me Sam
he huddled over a beer
smoked his last.
Alone? Worried about the Goblins?
It was always so dark in the alley behind the theater where her mother worked.
It was difficult to imagine how that hard light
penetrated so deep between the V of black vertiginous buildings
the flash of white puncturing the small TV
the children stopped chanting
Eat your Rat
It’s Low in Fat
the terror gangs stopped shooting
didn’t want to do the other side any favors.