Where’s the Lazarus Bunker At?

A light breeze swayed
The saplings staked
Against strong winds.

A magazine,
Old school, glossy,
Lay open there

To a story
Reporting on
Survivalists,

Doomsday sayers,
Basic preppers.
Seemed like fighting

Was the doom they
Mostly prepped for—
Some civil war.

You grinned, thinking
Of a bug-out
Bag for a stroke,

An underground
Armory stocked
With Glocks against

Slow dementia
And Alzheimer’s.
Bombs for cancer.

Oh, all ready
For the end
They’d prepped to fight,

If not for ends
They'd never thought
They'd have to fight.