A remembered skyline's spectral spires,
extinguished in a moment by strange, unnatural fires
set ablaze through hatred's genius guile,
are now but missing teeth in a city's smile.

No trace but the shattered cairns remain
above the residue of life ended in pain;
souls who so lately lived and moved,
found being in the greatness of something that loved
them not.

So hot,
the dripping steel
and fallen broken bodies on the street congeal
among the wreckage of yesterday's great
symbols of the age, now the footprint of today's alien hate;
a direct, impersonal message delivered by
rubble in the city streets and smoke stains on the urban sky.