a lonely
dirigible
hovering over
the wreckage
of another town

sailing upon
the ever blowing
currents above
an irradiated
collection of
best intentions

what remains
of civilization
little more than
scattered debris
swirling about

still he soars
a seed of hope
on a tempest born
of hopelessness
searching through
the empty land
where freedom
meant an easy death

growing bitter
a restless dejection
in rejected delusion
scanning the horizon
for signs of life

his lonely
dirigible
at the whims
of the winds
floating lazily
over monuments
o forgotten hubris