abstract from this the meaning that you will
the bar i went to let me drink my fill
then told me i could go without a bill

i stepped into the light with blinded eyes
the city desolate to my surprise
with empty streets i did not recognize

then streaks of color fell about like rain
the sky an angry artist filled with pain
destroyed the empty city with disdain

the shelter i could find was incomplete
the little respite there was light but sweet
not solid though a thing not quite
concrete