With your every stride
Fallen leaves and memories
Fragment into mulch.
You think yourself bold,
Decisive man of action:
Midas of decay;
Modern day Nero:
Tweeting while Rome succumbs
To internal flames.
Survey these ashes
Stark remains of the fury
From your careless match.
Where Colossus stood
Only dust and rubble stir
In warm autumn breeze
And yet:
Despite your chaos,
Slender verdant tendrils grow
Rooting your ruins
Proving to you, Wretched Waste,
That even now, hope remains.