Tucked in folds, the Book well hidden
As I creep under, over midden
Misshapen, scuttles mutant babe
From eyesight's corner to darker shade
Within the ruin, a room concealed
My shelter from nightmare revealed:
After bomb and atom showers
The broken grin of skyline towers
Burdened with the only proof
Of man's wisdom, now aloof
Wars now small, still are fought
After life, afterthought
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