Two Lost Days

A Quintain poem. What ever happened to Sunday and Monday?....How about a trip to the sun?

Two Lost Days

Sunday was lost at around Fahrenheit 451

At about the temperature of burning books

Lost in the fog of war in exploded atomic bombs

That vaporize houses and power grids alike

Evaporate the day like nobodies business into nothing

Monday followed Sunday in due course like usual

Just another named day, counted like a lost sheep

Blasted off the orbital path in a nuclear holocaust

Removed with us, hurled into the nothingness

Covered in ash with the evaporated houses

Into the darkness with no more home called Earth

Into the sun we go with two days journey into night

No one left around to count the next five days

Nothing there, not even calendars or clocks

And no more pain or sleep in case you're wondering

Reviews

[angel]

Nobody around, either, to wonder. I wonder; how am I here? I imagine I'm the only one.
I enjoyed this. Poetry is my first love; prose neck in neck.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Angel, Thanks! I appreciate your comments. Yes. It does make one wonder.... I wonder how they have all those cameras and orchestras hanging around outside of space ships in Sci-fi films and all those loud explosions in the void and vacuum of space when it is common knowledge that sound does not exist in outer space, (No atmosphere to produce sound waves.) Have a great day. Earl