Life Goes On

Because we were delivered
from Hell’s thronging forces,
life goes on.

Though the sunrise looks unnatural,
a bloodred orb through the white haze,
life goes on.

Though we must wear our filtration masks
at all times when not eating or drinking,
life goes on.

Though all we have to eat is stale cheerios,
old fruit, and processed, packaged eggs,
life goes on.

Children, now over the fright of last night,
play tag among the tables, and
life goes on.

Hundreds of students begin their weary return
to the dorms now blanketed in ash, and
life goes on.

The winds pick up, smoke returns,
and most of us vacate the campus, but
life goes on.

In the haze of smoke, sparrows fly.
The land is charred, and recovery slow, yet
life goes on.