to a swaying cube of slowly molten
steel and glass
We stood erect
on a shimmering silver firing line
The thin, obese, fathers, mothers,
Recorded, in a single instant,
a scar on world consciousness
Shivering, we bowed before the falsest dawn.
our city rising through dust & fire.
Heads erect, arms outstretched
hanging on a twisted flaming crucifix
Then it came
the flailing tide of reaping storms.
in burning skies.
and die below
in our own elsewhere.