City of Dust

Written by: Richard Lamoureux

Trouble
Raises its dark head
Breathes on a naive World
Beyond the Night of our indifference
Will any of us remain
Is this a repeat of The Story of the Flood
Yellow Fog 
the envelope we breath

History, Where it Ended
No life in The City of Dust
It's Coming along, in the blink of an eye
What I am seeing Doesn't make Sense
No Connection to natural laws
We ignore
We destroy
All that is left is ice
A Winter Scar
Ghost Limbs left in a pile
No one left to sing Simple Notes
No one left to cry

Poem written with the Track names From Chris Ho's new CD "City of Dust
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