The city burned.
From the destruction leapt green things.
Sprouts from seed that had waited so long
for calamity, now celebrated in the rubble.
Grasses grew up where the asphalt buckled,
cracks became luminous streams to feed new
populations. The sun overhead gleamed.
Bright ones pushed aside concrete and brick,
stretched out their wings and sang a new
world into being.
The city reflected in the star’s gaze
the House of Ecstasy.