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Fallout Poetry
ISSUE #5
Author: Lyra Hynes
Fallout Poetry
Author: Lyra Hynes
ISSUE #5
The Dirt of the Wasteland
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I saw my family buried

No comfort from the wastes

They lived from this broken soil 

Born in the broken ashes

They lived in the dirt and into the dirt

They returned 

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I saw my father cry

My mother leaving him forever 

Taken by the wasteland

Taken from us 

Far too early,

And my tears far too late 

For nothing will grow of them 

No hopeful sprouts in that dirt to grow

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She gave all she had to the ground

Kneeling, praying

For food to grow 

She rearranged and comforted 

In that ill dirt 

Tucking in those sick earth-children

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But it was a waste

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For the wasteland spares no one

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Not even my mother, 

returning to us alive

Always praying to the earth

Every year she prayed lower 

Her back bent from young years turned old 

Child after lost child

Joining her holy garden she prayed to

Hoping they would stay with her

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But only I remained 

Branches unbroken 

I gave her my fruit 

My father my limbs 

She caressed me

Told me she loved me 

Because I survived

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But all things must end 

Just as my siblings 

And now she joins me, we’ll grow together

In the broken dirt of the wasteland

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Fallout Poetry
Poetry
Last updated: Dec 8, 2019
Total word count: 1,512
Total reading time: 7 Minutes
Writer:
Lyra Hynes
poetry apocalypse fallout
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