Tristan Robert Lange
Where Are They Now?
The day the thunder came, it terribly poured—
Torrential under an abrasive scour pad sky—
The fields flooded as a monster monsoon gored
An overwhelmed earth with secrets it could not cry.
There, below the appalling pall of dark clouds,
Placed in the middle of nature so cursory—
Once a serene sanctuary with no shrouds—
Stood the bones of Babylon’s halls of ivory.
Where,
O where
Are they now?
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