working
from THE DYSTOPIAN BAND
This planet was too tiny and cramped,
And now the bugs gnaw on human remains.
Dystopian observers,
Towers and playgrounds,
They no longer serve us,
They watch deserted towns.
Viaducts and tunnels
Looming here and there,
Interstates and runnels
Stretching everywhere.
Beams with reinforcement
Sticking from the craters
Radioactive worms -
Eat demolished freighters.
Here's the wall,
A boy and a girl
Are drawn on it.
There is a small plus sign between them.
This will never happen again.
Radiation insects will fly around,
But the boy and the girl will never happen again.