Aftermath of war

In aftermath of war
Dawn breaks- blood red
Thoughts, strewn around
Like corpses on battlefield
Food for hungry predators
And life limps on broken
A little less robust
A little more stale
Surviving destruction
Destroying survival
And in their midst
Blind creatures howl
For return of golden ages
Shutters pulled down
Blinds drawn close
To keep out, to resist
That blood red glow.