By Owen Yingling
Ash stained walls beneath a savage sky Singed and blackened by dry rain The waters flow yet not a drop Warped metals jut from dying ground Scarred land emptied and broken Beneath the iron sky it waits for rain As the dry thunder cast its shadow The rains flow, yet not a drop to drink Cursed sky and and mindless deep An affliction upon this empty earth Burning rain, the pungent smoke Spreading far beyond the bounds Over the face of the water As they ebb and flow Hope dashed upon the rocks Charred, stripped and torn What it was I cannot say Scorched bark and noumena Found beneath this savage sky Hallowed grass twists, pulls, and yet Neither living nor dead That cruel heap of glowing cinder Son of man beweep its sorrow state Blight upon the world Watch it hiss and shake Can it change again? When the smoke dissipates and the water clears The sky will clear but What have we left Beyond these ashen walls Monuments to our iniquity Nothing left to testify For what we no longer see Bound by chains we wrought Under a lifeless metal sky
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