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Civilization deconstructed piece by piece
Thrones melted into axe and plough
Babes swaddles in shreds of gowns
Fortress walls splintered into sticks and tinder
Embers of burning books rise with their meagre warmth.

Darkness within the empty places
The smouldering shells of modest castles
Dusty shards cling in battered window frames
Gutted carcasses of a close, forgotten past.

We walk through remnants of shattered panes
Blades of glass ground to dust
By the dragging of a million aching feet
And their tattered soles.

Wind shakes the skeletal remains of walls
And gaping, twisted architraves
Cupboards are bare, shattered shelves collapsing
There is nothing here but haunted silence.

And in the daylight, we fear the empty places
The smouldering shells of modest castles
Where dusty shards cling in battered window frames
The gutted carcasses of our close, forgotten past

In the fearful night, we seek shelter
Beneath the rotting beams like crumbling bones
Walls like tattered skin
And with the rats and mice, we claw through debris
Like worms we infest and consume
The remains of our crushed cocoon, mutilated womb.

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