Falling from forty clouds,
ticking clocks melting time.
Penguins that waddle backwards,
church bells that never chime.
Costume heros reading books,
birds parting their horizon sea.
Rabbit hole adventures haunted,
this evening spent sipping tea.
Ghosts passing into limestone,
children snickering in silence.
Belvedere on high with royalty,
that command games of violence.
Skyscrapers that penetrate heaven,
wings of angels messengering hope.
Widespread fields are left untilled,
criminals hanging from common rope.
Knives enchanted by prosperity,
fortresses unbroken in brutal war.
Bronze bodies remain countless,
adding mortar to Poseidon's shore.
Tunnels of thought approaches,
blood seeping through the cracks.
Flesh and bone now disappearing,
from the lifeless city made of wax.