From the tallest heights
I scan for signs of life,
In subterranean battlefields
I dig for residues of meaning.
Bruised & confused
the landscape is bleak,
& senses recede.
The rainbows are faint
& severed from divinity;
their colours no longer connect.
Black holes at night
trap tomorrow’s daylight,
& vision is vague & impaired.
Wailing infants aren’t seen
& the aged cloaked in apathy.
Songs of innocence & experience
are sacrificed devoutly
on the altars of greed & ignorance.