Standing strong

on hallowed ground, shattered    
 
affording themselves hope to survive -  
future beyond sickness    
and death, surely  
   
    was possible after this    
mass extinction, lives    
rotting, decaying bodies    
 from state to state    
   
    Mother Abigail-    
stopping along the way    
  dreaming up cornfields  
homemade biscuits    
          fried chicken wings    
   
   ‘Come to me’ she said    
‘ya’ll come on now, ya he'yah?’    
   
bloody guitar    
  casting demons in the pit    
   
It was at this very time    
they found their way    
rebuilt one city  
    boulder by Boulder    
   
while another disintegrated    
  by the nuclear hand of God  
fingers outstretched    
Viva Las Vegas
   
Theirs became home    
       to the goodness that remained    
the first baby born  
 in pure snow-    
   
   they knew they were    
on hallowed ground    
   
   standing strong    
~    
   
   
JohnnyBlaze    
Johnny is one of the most diverse writers on DUP. He has a unique style of interweaving rhyme and half-rhyme, and an uncanny way of capturing the essence of something in a singular verse.  His series of poems based on Stephen King novels do just that.  
   
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/JohnnyBlaze/