Howling gale, acid rain Snorting brick-dust like c**aine Ragged flora catches light Throwing profiles from a dead sun Culture catches in the throat Last gasp of the futile journalist Fighting to shine and inspire Failing to ignite the mind Buildings crumble and fall Industrial limbs proud and tall Like pistons with clumsy fists That pound into submission This is the way it's meant to be This is the way it's meant to be