Poem Fragment One
Shadows litter broken ways and wash against the grass,
Feeding on silent sprays of fallen fans of glass
 Poem Fragment Two
Falling from the precipice of all we held to hope
Alighting on a carapace of twisted ash and rope
 Poem Fragment Three
Then tumbling through the cracks in time like feathers turned to lead,
To wreathe themselves in endless mime about the writing dead--
 Poem Fragment Four
To walk this path, to see this place where dreams can fall like rain
Upon the sleeping wash of space where love knows only pain
 Poem Fragment Five
When all is shattered, flailing past to sink into the loam,
The buildings follow suit, at last, and soldiers dream of home.
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