Pigs sniffing around For mushroom clouds, In an orange sky, we’ll drown- Praying and shouting. Our shadows shrouding These strong, brick walls; Staining skyscrapers, With our shattered ghost.
Skin will combust And we’ll settle into dust. Fungi puffs will multiply, As tears turn to ash, and dry. Death comes in a sizzle; Demise served by porcine people, Searching for power in a truffle Creating a ruffle and a ripple.