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