Such delicate stacks of hope and feeling
under pestilent shadow of stumbling, ruinous titans.
Cantankerous and riotous buffoons at the gate
flailing carelessly with no concern nor consideration of majesty,
and carefully paced affection.
I took from that place a lonely fragment of peace.
Watched it glitter in the shadow of my fist
and tremble against my breast.
This was home.
An empty platitude against sundered splendor.
Shattered, and clinging to the last thread of my humanity.