After the deluge

He walks through

Nothing

And silence

A yellow balloon

For company,

Thinks of wars

That were puddles

Overflowing their borders

So every enemy here

Was a friend over there

 

Or vice versa

 

Thinks of wars

That were puddles overflowing

Their borders, when every trickle

Became a stream that fed the deluge

 

Or vice-versa

 

But now it’s all receded

 

As he walks through nothing and silence

 

With his yellow balloon for company.

 

                   Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor

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