I stare into the snow,
stories of vacations past
lost into the winter.
The nuclear holocaust
left us without a winner.
All the losers felt the world shake,
saw the snow fall.
Realized the end had come.
Burrowed into the ground.
Wet their hands with tears,
and washed them of the guilt.
Soon a new world was built.
A new hope was formed,
and everyone believed.
But then they all turned face.
And soon there was nothing left.
Just a land desolate and wracked with death
Destruction. . .such a horrible pall
fell over the land as they burrowed again
burrowed deep enough to forget.
The pattern began over again
the ground shook, the sky filled
and snow begin covered the globe again.