The Grave of Civilization

Relics and dust beneath

My weary feet

All that remains

Of the world I remember

Acrid and fertile the stench of decay

Enters my mind

And writes in my soul

This desolate place, once so alive

Is now dead and cold

I envy the dead

The grave of civilization

It stretches all around me

The silence is painful

It cannot be kept out

I'm left alone with

The sound of emptiness

My footfalls echo off

The monoliths of grey concrete

Relics and dust beneath

My weary feet, all that remains

Of the world I remember

Paint with destruction

Upon canvas of concrete

The proud laid low

Lives are rendered in bone

Where once the hives of man

Strove to pierce the sky

A warren of decay spreads

For mile upon mile

A gentle blanket of ash

Smothers remembrance and grief

But none are left alive

No one still breathing to weep

Ominous mournful clouds

Shroud the ghost of the sun

I wander these ruins alone

And beg for the end to come

Skeletal remains of buildings

Claw at the poisoned sky

Like withered fossilised hands

Of long dead gods

Corpse city shells

Of extinct titan insects

The howl of the restless wind

Through the rusted pipes

An assemblage of melancholy artifice

The arrogant folly

Of mankind's avarice

The swollen red sun sets

For the final time

In a thousand years

The dead glassy earth is growing cold

Filthy snow tumbles

Form a sickly glowing sky

It settles upon the endless

Ruin and bones

There can be no return from this

I envy the dead