After the Nuke

MY HOUSES' FUSES TALK TO ME
AND BLIND ME IN THE SILENT NIGHT
WHILE HUNTERS SEEK TO FINALLY SEE
JUST WHAT WAS WRONG AND WHO WAS RIGHT.
AND SLENDER BOMB LIKE BIRDS
FLY IN HORRY PRICKLED FRIGHT
WHILE BLOOD HAS THOUGHTS OF GROWING COLD
IN THE EASTERN STARRY SKIES.
WRECKED AND RUDDISH RUSTED THINGS
ARE ANCIENT TO THE CITIES SILENCE NOW
AND REEDS CRACKLE WHERE SHIPS WERE PASSING THROUGH
AND AGING LAPPING WATER RUNS OIL SLICK CLEAR AGAIN,
SOFTENEND BY THE STILL HOT RAIN.
A LEAFLESS FOREST SPINDLES IN THE FANNING WIND
AND MUTANT BEASTS HUNT, HOWL FOR HOWL,
WHILE SAINTLY WHITE FROCKED MEN
CAN ONLY SIT AND SCOWL
WONDERING WHY AND WHEN.
MUTED BIRDS SING PARODIES
WHERE DEW DROPS EROSION SLIPS THE EARTH
AND GREEN ARE MEMORIES....
THE CONSTELLATIONS REEL ABOUT IN THE SKIES GOLDEN EYE
AND MY HOUSES' FUSES TALK TO ME
ALWAYS ASKING...WHY?
BUT IN A LITTLE TIME OF LORDS
LIVES GONE DEAD
AN ANSWER FORMS A SHOAL
I RISE AND SHAKE MY WEARY HEAD
"SO LITTLE MEANING IS A MAN,
SO LARGE HIS BOUNDLESS REASON,
THAT ALL MAY COME AND GO AGAIN,
IN ONE SO FIRERY SEASON."

awesome dude... kudos

Good job.