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?