nuclear winter
(featuring genderless savior)
02242000

laying face down
	in radioactive soil
i found tiny flowers
that i wouldn't have seen
had i not been
	a survivor
thoughts in my mind...
	planted seeds.
in dead nuclear winter
no one seems to care
	about bellyflowers
they all just seem to
	dis-appear in
their quest to reinstate
	their past (mistakes)
ignoring the change that
	came when
the seeds of knowledge
	grew in egos
Misdirected, they forgot
	the meaning of wisdom
and because of this
i am still a womanchild
but lay in cold dust
among struggling fauna
	and flora
it seems the savior didn't
	fulfill false prophecies (of course)
Savior did what savior intended to do.
Reboot the world
in savior's own way.
he let worlds collide
we succumbed in our own faults
some of us learned from them
but all too many took faith for granted
and died greedy, uncareful, mindless,
	& dishonest.
The past isn't really so relevant
	to me now
gravity pushes me down
	back to earth
keeps me here,
where i lay,
in deep thought,
in nuclear winter
(minute blossoms pressed against my
	skin)
I finally get up.
and all that is left is everything i need:
	nature and nothing more.

© 2000 Katrina Kidwell Johnson %%(^#&@!#& katrina@noun.org