The Dead City

The Dead City
A poem of Human fault


Monotonous and non-descript

a city lost to time

The vessels of this ancient heart

are riddled deep with crime.

steel and glass infringes

on long dead mason’s legacy

and men who dwell the day by day

forget why they are free.

Hardened passers roll their eyes

at faces wide in wonder

coldly cynical to the past

that fades as fast as thunder

the magic found in stories lost

now deaf to the ghosts of the land

and the city dwindles down to something

blankly sterile and bland

Heroes forgotten~

now tired of remembering

they condemn these towers of history

and the symbols are lost with age

they build on top of memories

believing they are sage

Memory fades~

Forgotten and assumed

apathy expected

till something in the answer brings

up a... newer... question

or the icy tears that clad the enigma

of an emotion cast in steel

or the hidden writing on granite walls

is proved to be more real

than ink scrawled in a text book-

percentages and graphs.

A reality thrust upon us

in the chiseled eyes of wraiths.

The dead resurrected~

so this lover lost in tide of war

never to come home

turns the faded script on ebony walls

to something more than stone.

Alive in memory~

Dedicated to the people of Washington D.c.