Periscopic View

Grinding teeth to microscopic grains of dust,
Slicing lifeless wintry waters underneath the ice-char crust,
Gulping fairly measured prayer in the daily air-lust
They aim game at making Sun rise in the glare of an atomic blast
Slaughtering Past with Present in the midst of devastated ocean vast.

Thinking sometimes of the Noah's Ark built anew,
Left of the whole life there's just a rusty periscopic view.