Antimony and Lead
by Jack Vivace
Copyright 2012 by Jack-a-Dreams Press
is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.
Antimony, Utah, February 2013
We hid in the bunker for two weeks without even thinking about looking outside. We feasted on the perishables, prayed, read books and sang songs. But when the radio broadcasts stopped and we realized no one was coming, it got lonely fast. We waited for word to come – a week, two, three.