Where do we come from? The dust.
Where do we go?
The grave.
Does blood stir in the veins of a dead building?
No.
Only the night wind.
What does it hear?
The Abyss between the stars.
Like a raw scar across a beautiful woman's face,
The shattered remains of
the towering Capitol One Building
haunted all who viewed it
in my city.
Those in power seem to sift the human storm for souls.
Hence the needless suffering in states where FEMA is sluggish.
The Federal Government seems, like a zombie, to eat the flesh of reason, to fill graves with the helpless, and to stumble forth with empty words.
Oh, I asked how do you kill a
Zombie Building?
Here's how
(with a glimpse of the beauty
of my city)
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