The past is seared in the future,
& future is shattered glass
shockwaves of history scream forward
around scorching blasts
Once proud monuments are now ruins
bustling offices are now bramble
Amidst the dinosaur fossils of a former civilization
fat mutant rodents scamper about . . .
Do they have an recollection of the former twinkling
of a city that once ruled an empire that stretched
as far as
Now, despite this cold, quiet breeze
One can almost feel the flames
as reams of bureaucratic paper go up in smoke
and thick lush carpets are turned to ash
as elegant oak flooring becomes charcoal
defensive gadgetry means little
if enough zealots are willing to be slain
this former capital
is now a wasteland of toxic marsh
mandala move full circle:
cities wiping away other targets
will themselves be wiped away
