Brushed off my shoulders, my arms and hat
Then I walked to the next village
This one is much older
And like all other stops on the way
Plague seems to have killed every resident
Doesn't matter to me
If I care for these people
I lose my focus
Not because I am a murderer
Or violent sort
I have a job to do
I take the census
We need to know
If our underground bunker
Is the site of all of the humans
Upon the earth
First came the terror strike
Then the natural and lab grown plague rose up
Now there seems to be nothing
A consequence that seems both apt
Since researchers created and weaponized viruses and bacteria
And unnecessary
I simply hope to find life, anywhere.
