The Citadel – Burra

Blood and Fire have ebbed and died.
Dust, clutter and webbed windows share
a grey, fast-falling eventide
and silence now. But outside where
unmuffled, drag-striped, wide-tyred sounds
of roar-lords praise the parting day,
transistors bleat their heat around
another Rock, another Age.

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