When the emblazoned shields like glass
break and rain down,
When steel girders melt near the sun
and fall uprooted and twisted,
There is no solace, no ancient
philosopher to stir the ashes,
While our primal vision descends the stairs
and cloaks the ruins,
Where the raw edge of being lies
Exposed and our eyes shudder.
© cmheuer,
2013
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