These silent streets

Of ruptured 'cretes

Brick wall fragments

With shadows burned on

That long outlasted their models

Thankfully, shadows can't show

Facial expressions; it'd be too much

Walking in the park

Autumn is more silent here

The leaves are enormous

Like the hands of strangers

The soil's still brown

The sky's still grey

A city whose mask is a bodybag

"I am death, destroyer of worlds"

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