we ate strange meat
from the ashes
when no green was left
starved and exhausted
we scoured the city
for weapons and meat
we fought wars
over canned fruit and water
and we left the dead to rot
but then the food ran out
and not even acid rain would fall
on the layers of nightmarish dust
when we found him
he was already gone
not dead but out of his mind
so we tied him
and we let him bleed
like a lamb at easter
and we feasted
first on his heart
and then on his meager flesh
In our cups was suddenly wine
and we drank at this
at our last supper as men