:::last rites:::

My city
My pride
Shall we wail for the
seraphs who float down
the river, soaked
in the
tears of God?

My city
My heart
Shall we bury the visions
which led us to
wage a war
that could
not be won?

My city
My life
Shall we close our eyes
and conjure a morning
that will never
encounter the
veil of night?