Where Are They Now? Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

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?