Your blinded hand-PA poetry.

[Matthew]

Saw this on another post-apoc forum but I think its worth putting it up on here because its truly haunting....



YOUR BLINDED HAND

Suppose that
everything that greens and grows
should blacken in one moment, flower and branch.
I think that I would find your blinded hand.
Suppose that your cry and mine were lost among numberless cries
in a city of fire when the earth is afire,
I must still believe that somehow I would find your blinded hand.
Through flames everywhere
consuming earth and air
I must believe that somehow, if only one moment were offered,
I would
find your hand.
I know as, of course, you know
the immeasurable wilderness that would exist
in the moment of fire.
But I would hear your cry and you'd hear mine and each of us
would find
the other's hand.
We know
that it might not be so.
But for this quiet moment, if only for this
moment,
and against all reason,
let us believe, and believe in our hearts,
that somehow it would be so.
I'd hear your cry, you mine--
And each of us would find a blinded hand.


-Tennessee Williams

[keiron1]

there once was a sphere called Earth
considered to have considerable worth
along came the atom
the planet got shat on
and of survivors somewhat of a dirth

[keiron1]

beautiful... sigh.....