When the last structures burn away
The fires of war no longer flicker
Only gently smouldering coals
Cast reddish glow on blackened city streets
Ashes pile in drifts against the rubble of our archaic ways
To fertilize the dreams that lie beneath
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When the last structures burn away
The fires of war no longer flicker
Only gently smouldering coals
Cast reddish glow on blackened city streets
Ashes pile in drifts against the rubble of our archaic ways
To fertilize the dreams that lie beneath
Dystopian hope. Interesting. I like this poem.
Love this poem. The anti – war message is so simply and powerfully stated, and the simple smidgen of hope in the final line is enough for me. THANK YOU.