Apocalypsia

Marshes where the meadows were.

Explosion shapes in
window panes.

Houses burnt half to Hell,
factories still.

It was here the sunsets landed,
life disbanded,
cathedrals ceased to ring
their bells;

they left ghosts in the currents
whispering assurances,

“All who walk here will perish as well.”

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