Ashes hang in the air
light halos glow
not a whiff of wind
it would help if it would blow

Swings sag silently
not one moves
no children's laughter
lightens the mood

a layer of soot
clothes the ground
all is quiet
not a single sound

I hear my breathing
in my hazmat gear
as I look around
for survivors in fear

I haven't found any
not a single one
its hard in the dark
days since we've seen the sun