We have finally passed the point of no return,
And during transition from fragile order
To the Chaos we invited into being,
Persistent Decay is all that can exist. . .
But, with blinders intact,
We see it not;
From positions of power,
We hear it not;
Yet, we know. . .
The disquieting visions are too often seen,
Giving the vivid and grotesque glimpses
Of a new order, supremely reigning
Its absolute terror and pain on us all.
Will the shattered and scattered pieces
Be found in adequate abundance
To attempt the patching together
Of yet another Civilization?
