In flames,
but
no one notices.
So seared, so
charred;
no one sees.
Supports are
crumbling, walls
bend inward
toward eventual
collapse; all
apparently invisible.
This is how
we sing
our American song:
with eyes closed to
red glare, shouting
from atop
the lungs;
blind, in full
strained voice
as if killing heat
could be deflected
by enough noise,
as if it won’t
fall in upon itself
soon enough, as if
its caving scream
could be drowned
with a loud enough
anthem — in flames,
singing; tumbling
to a full chorus of
oh, say,
can you
see now?
Dark Matter 
April 24th, 2016 at 4:09 am
Oh, well done Tony! As the British and many other Countries have learned, Empire does not work. The old adage that pops into my head is: The bigger they are, the harder they fall…
April 25th, 2016 at 4:07 pm
And we are falling…
April 25th, 2016 at 4:13 pm
Hard! I wish I could say otherwise… Bonne courage!