Awakening in fields of black and white.
No grass or trees, only wreckage from the flight.
Picking and heaving through disastrous debris.
Searching feverishly for woman and man free.
Found wallets, suitcases and other leftovers.
Ne'er felt this fucked since the last hangover.
Charred jet remains mark this sad decree.
Still no signs of intelligent life free.
Mementos, gifts, but no corpses of others.
No sons, no daughters, no fathers, no mothers.
I thought now that everyone stood and took walks.
Since all that remained was debris and dusty rocks.
Giving up in this grayed dream I run.
I survived -- therefore today is done.
Sifting further and further away.
The black and white became color today.
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