Lost
Traces of destruction.
Echo upon faces of construction.
While interstates explode.
Swans implode.
Others cry out in rage.
Trapped like frightened bears in a cage.
Numbers, ah how they rejoice.
When echos find their voice.
Temples crack and fall.
Smoke ascends and surrounds us all.
We are Lost
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010
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