A City of Rusted Brass

A poem about the last city left after the world is destroyed

The mayor rules over a city of rusted brass

The Babies are born into cribs of woven grass

The children learn to crawl by walking on broken glass

The heroes fight only to die

The lost souls leave the city without a goodbye

The oracle hides in a bunker and starts to cry

The philosopher dreams of a better life and asks why

The wicked light a cigarette with nothing to say

The artist’s painting dries a dull gray

The musician stirs their spirits to be brave even if just for a day