They’ve returned, after the annihilation
To find their home, beyond recognition
From the burning winds, sinking all they knew
Into the deserted light, reflecting in their suits
Without penetrating their conceived safety,
Surveying all that decayed beneath their feet
They hear withered screams floating off
In with the rest of the wondering debris,
The land lies barren, empty of what once was,
Returned in pursuit for all that they’ve lost
Discovering their possessions belong now
To this alien world, infused with its desolation,
Buried in disaster, gore in rubles of memory,
All that they can recall is the blast, aftermath
Is all that remains, and whirlwinds beside them
Showing distance inbetween the rolling storms,
A vast forgotten scape that they must uncover
To find any shred, of what they left behind,
They move past the shrieking cover, probing
Further into the erosion,
Further out from their way back,
Crunching other relinquished items of past
Under their steps, stumbling upon a block
Compressed, of ancient times and possessions,
Sitting beside a heated watery grave, occupied
By one, preserved by the past breaking off
From the boulder and dripping in,
They approached the pool, staring
At the floating coarpse swimming on its belly,
One of them started toward the shallow pit
Reaching out, finger tips barely grazing
The slightly decomposed arm, yet able to hook
And reel it in for inspection, and found himself,
His black eyes staring into the empty oculus
Of the known drifter, shuddering his spine,
“Is the face gone beyond recognition? ”
Says the other, walking to rippling puddle,
“No, it is mine, clearly.” while capturing
His own snapshot, “now we look for yours.”
He draws out a blaze, and flicks it,
Disintegrating the very last, of his own remains,
They walk onwards, combing the not so distant earth,
Ensuring, no other could depict existence.
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