Silo Ten

We live in silo ten
where a missile was.
We make jokes on the shortage of grain
inside a silo.
It’s not too bad here though –
above freezing, and some light.
At first we waited for someone from town 
to come out and join us.
But we guess no one’s left above ground.
Is that our fault? Soldiers must obey orders.
What if it had only been a drill?

—a man
  Great Plains
  North America