The supply run cache is always a worry,
the thought of what might befall us on the way.
But adding a small first aid kit to our haul makes it feel just that little bit safer.
We examine the contents,
a few bandages and ointments to patch up a few wounds.
But we know that if something were to happen,
we'll be able to help each other out with this kit.
It's a small victory, but it makes us feel better.
We know that we'll be able to help each other out in a time of need,
and that makes us all feel just a little bit safer.
The cache grows ever larger, even if just by a bit
and the thought of what may come next keeps us on our toes.
But adding this small first aid kit to our supplies makes us feel just a little bit better.
We know that we can help each other out in a time of need,
and that makes us all feel just a little bit safer.
This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.
Thank you for reading.
💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus: