Ashes of the clock

No more seconds left.
The hands melted at a quarter past madness.
This is not a warning.
This is the last transmission.

Blind light carves the retina – a negative sun
Concrete shadows where the school once stood
Silicon prayer – a final binary run
Missiles baptized in patriotic blood

From the silo’s womb, the steel dove flies
A mathematics of burning skies

Ash of the clock – time erased by the flash
Counterforce zero – humanity's trash
Winter without snow – just the dust of the bones
We pulled the last trigger on ten billion thrones

Starved horizon – no dawn, just infrared glow
The generals whisper into dead radios
Fallout tastes of old lies and newer hate
Survivors envy the first ones – too late

Books turned to confetti – art to carcinogen
The peace was a promise no stockpile would keep
Now the wind writes equations with bodies again
And the earth holds its breath in a radioactive deep

Ash of the clock – time erased by the flash
Counterforce zero – humanity's trash
Winter without snow – just the dust of the bones
We pulled the last trigger on ten billion thrones

The clock is dead.
So are we.