waiting for it all to come crumbling down

the rapid fire earth-shake-dance
the shape of plume of
dawn colored city exhale

and how it obscures the big colapse
(from a point almost flying)
brings it's own little nuclear winter
home, as the ocean reacts

those eyes are all scavangers
and now it's a clear shot
to the far off horizon

wonder where those ghosts
gonna haunt now