"Craters in My Iris"

Fair atomic dawn
Falling on the blocks
Equals everyone
Turning back the clocks
Stone age welcome home
Blowing down your shell
Craters in my iris
Death corroding wells

Argentina calling
Witnessing the same
Ancient cities rising
In equatorial rain
Back to wood and wind
Compasses like flakes
Craters in my iris
Death corroding lakes

You lost your rhythm, world, distributed in the crowd
Signals of potential saved, your world is clashing down
Every message has it onwards every filthy news
Covering the planet with colossal nuclear bruise

Totems rise at poles
Neon turns to smoke
Tribal love is back
Choking on its jokes
Sweet like summer breeze
All the A-bombs down
Craters in my iris
Death corroding towns

You faced your myths, denied, but in a wider glance
Generators of contentment hum with acid circumstance
Only two survivors staring, moving up their airy tents
Ventilated till the starless sky must finally pay its rent