revelation 18

the city sat
empty
handed that gray night
drunk and unknowing

behind the smoke
rising from the
weighed and wanting
wreckage

you and your
selfish scar
left like a lark
at the first sign of fall

and boy, although
that city was walled
and meshed and moated
it might as well have been Babylon

and I know
I bowed
and obliged
to this defeat

but take me back
to that night
no, wait
take me back

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