For Disasterina 

The steel beams stand frozen in time against the tumultuous sky,

sighing together like age-exhausted warriors post-battle.

I wonder in awe at the strength it took to erect these God-like creations

and the fortitude it takes for them to still remain,

alert and ready after all their makers have long since fallen.

I reach out my all too unworthy hand, aching to touch the war-scarred metal.

Mineral stained with the centennial tears of rusted corrosion.

Needing to caress its abandoned carcass with a single sympathetic finger.

However, I withdraw with a despondent sigh.

To what end do we, toiling monsters of flesh and bone, build and forget?

Leaving these once magnificent metallic deities to rot.

Is this all our ‘humanity’ has to offer?