Ghosts

A family sits down for their microwave dinner The birds in the trees sing like always No one thought much of a thunderclap Distant but different Already too late to change anything Schoolhouses, churches, banks, homes of civilians Existed one second, then gone in a flash All around the planet the clouds became tombstones The sky opened up And the sea swallowed all that remained In all my years wandering, staying alive I can't recall seeing a ghost, in my head or not Aside from the specters that float above those Who profit from counting your dead