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+title: Old Days
+date: 2016-06-03T02:44:44Z
+author: Wolfgang Müller
+
+In the lowland of the taiga;  
+And vast forests boreal  
+Midst wapiti and wild reindeer,  
+Lynx, stoat, squirrel, snowshoe, brown bear,  
+Lives a hermit in remembrance  
+Of old days and the explosion.  
+
+Green the firs, bicoloured birches  
+Waving proudly in light wind;  
+Poplars shedding crimson catkins.  
+And the hermit, longing, silent  
+Standing lonely on the brink  
+Of tundra, opens weary eyes and sees.  
+
+Oak trees bending, whipping back;  
+Barks then tinged by hellish fire,  
+Songbirds in a sky of black.  
+The mushroom cloud, the ball of red:  
+People fleeing, hoping, dying,  
+To the church walls shadows burnt.  
+
+In the seas the water boiling,  
+Blistering from the reflection  
+Of the short-lived man-made sun.  
+Uriel in heaven crying,  
+Mourning loss of the creation  
+That, in war, unmade itself.  
+
+No more seasons, only winter;  
+Everlasting winter, with grey soot  
+Like snowflakes falling gently  
+Down to blackened soil; a Hell  
+on Earth, forever dead and frozen.  
+Upon mankind a shadow cast.  
+
+So the hermit with his gas mask,  
+Breathing filters and asbestos  
+Makes his way, past sickly tree stumps,  
+Past the rotten flesh, past poison  
+Past the hollow shells of old  
+Through miasma to catharsis;  
+
+Through the lowland of the taiga;  
+In vast graveyards boreal  
+Midst wapiti and dead reindeer,  
+Lynx, stoat, squirrel, snowshoe, brown bear,  
+Through miasma past the tombstones  
+Past the unmarked grave and carcass.  
+
+Face turned west another fire,  
+Older still than the creation;  
+Shimmering subtly, orange, crimson  
+Through the clouds and casting rays  
+Upon the rolling hills afar,  
+Lights like ghostly sirens calling.  
+
+And the harp, resurging music,  
+Calming shadows, living beings,  
+Forests, meadows, nature, beauty!  
+From that subtle light display  
+Made the hermit so resentful  
+And envious of death's embrace.  
+
+Far away inside a bunker  
+Beneath the old charred earth forgotten  
+Lies dormant in a silo still  
+The array of rockets primed;  
+Awaiting silent, patient, stoic  
+An end, and the explosion.