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black smoke, no hawks retreating
dark blood to liquid sky
machines in twisted heaps sleep
corroding by and by

cracked earth and tattered glory
the battered lands gibe sigh
their foe lies slain and silent
the carrion crows fly

once mighty towers tumbled
unto the dirt they bow
great bridges spanning oceans
leave stubs for gulls to prowl

the roads that sped the progress
are fading scars from high
the engines rust and crumble
whilst ravens wheel unkind

no standard raised with eagle
no flag with lion proud
no reconciliation
no mourners moan aloud

look now the shroud is lfting
dead dodos self extinct
and closer still the gleaming
coins and cheery trinkets wink

©2008 W Cargill