Gatekeeper in the Ruins

You’re the last one with a gun,
But you’re also nearly done.

You perch on top of the wall
Scanning the wreck of it all,

And you have to ask yourself,
Were things better? Back on the shelf

In cool storage, soon. Honor
Dictates you stay, until order

Returns and someone claims you.
Meanwhile, it’s something to do,

Pretending you’re the center,
That you decide who enters.