two figures after the apocalypse

when I discovered the body
bruised bumps all added to this injury
i walked past guns round this capitalist
postmodern menagerie

i had a migraine
when i looked directly at it
faults of earthquakes rumbled
in the static of the tv set

and radiation echoed from the computer
set, perfectly in its place of
delusion
the body found in secluision
beyond repair
left to rot and witness balls of fire glowing there
an unfixed stare fucked beyond all comradery
the crystal time of the decade had been a mirage to me

and every tear he felt would then evaporate
no pain resurgence felt in his circumstance of late
a delusion should never hesitate to do the same
evaporate this man gone mad
 will you tell me brother....

whats his name?