The dust of a dead tomorrow

The outposts
Far from the center
from where it all matters
All left to fend for themselves

Dust blows up
but not information
So far from the hub
Just an empty small city

assault rifles loaded and cocked
But only the crooked yellow wind
The scavenger crew flew out
jeep revving fearfully

Not knowing what is to come
as the city rumbles like a stomach
some ghastly ambush waiting to happen
though silence dominates every nook and cranny
of the abandoned city

Not a frown or a smile
Pulling barbed wire across the front of the entrance
Repelling the unthinking predatory leftovers of the apocalypse
that roam the night relentlessly sniffing out the slightest whiff of life

To devour it between epileptic jaws.