Big Ben.

I set out to find something of kindness, 

the same that seems to have been swept

from the world with a humanity forsaken, bloody doom.

In one go, intimate conversation ran beneath the white table that covered it.

Enjoyable human interaction revealed itself to those who 

had sewn their mouths shut out of fear long ago, forseeing all of this. 

I suppose I could have seen this too, 

if I had only wiped my own tears from my eyes

long enough to see the hurricanes arising within others. 

Tsunamis have come to drown out the noise, 

the earthquakes have arrived upon us for wallowing 

and the misery we've caused swallows us whole. 

It's nice to be able to look beyond one's self but what a pity the view's so bleak.

This distorted distopia is what the elders cautioned us for, 

this was the eeire whisper of wind through the all-knowing trees.

This is the chilled reality of a crystalline world, 

made fragile by the ongoing hour,

before the flames fall through to break what little we have left.

I wouldn't call this a complete apocalypse, 

though the signs are there, 

but this earth is on the brink of something that it will not wake from.

After the glass ruptures, who knows what is beneath it?

It is not the ice in my mind, but the knowledge of this upcoming terror that 

shocks and thaws the thin clear sheet that

might not have belonged there in the first place.

I may not be alive when they get the rust off the truth, 

but I believe that I've uncovered a mere silver sliver.

One must wonder how long it will take

to recover the rest of this well-oiled machine

that we call a life, a world. 

Human Dignity  Compassion = Peace.