do we ask for fire?

hell?
damnation?

to die as a thousand
nuclear war heads explode
amongst the clouds?

just because it would
leave a bigger crater?

are we lost
or
do we know our destination?

the oblivion we run
towards faster every
day

what happened to the watchdogs?

the presidents?
reporters?
priests?

are they chained?
muzzled?

or do they bark
at a different moon?

towards armageddon,
forward to the pit,
they howl

that is the place us
holy men must go

am I alone?
am I the last saint?

am I the only one who
can rise above to see
the treasure at the end
of this map?

or am I a man awake
amongst the zombies
fearful of the waking
world?

what have we wrought

what fire
hell
damnation

do we seek

what do we want?

to die?

or die knowing there is
something (if no-one)
to remember?