The trees sway in the breeze. Sunlight dances on their leaves. The blue sky is an open gate. The houses are folded out and their mortar is broken. The green of the earth occupies their spaces. The tiles lie shattered and scattered. The cars are all dead. The trains sleep on the tracks. Water runs down the street. Powerlines wilt. Streetlights are askew. The sun bears down upon the tarmac. The world is silent.
Paddy Dobson
16th June 2021