These we fear, and some
the greater waste,
the real steel empty against the sky.
the wailing.
the wailing-
fear the choice of wail or wail:
of loss allowed
Havoc
We fear
by moaning merely
what some have seen
pulp to dust,
and some know only
of loss resisted and the threat
in the imbs of our brains
that still the dust prevail:
falling charred
fear the choice
against the clanging bone.
to face dead flesh
The waste in our skuls we know
corrupting formless
and fear the clanging
blood to river or to flame
and beasts formless prowling rubble
And how to force
and no beasts
the fre to build.
