Fall weather Warm entangled Smoke hits Ceiling Light cuts Through it Calls Outdoor sounds Insect fragments In a field Snakeskin under Brush and rubble The bunker rusted Door is sealed The water bodies Iridescent Up the stairs Slow I breathe as I climb No signs of life No hope No common No common Find faith in extinction No common No common Find ways On fate First to fall Nothing at all Is left Is left Vacant summer homes Frozen patios Peace talks Gunshots Common words don't exist To keep us from becoming this If you hear someone outside You can help But you should hide