128. Disconnected

Fervent suspicions line contagious, deprecating slums;

Swelling with rubbled-craftsmanship which succumbs,

To the infiltrations of vermin scums.

O’ look to the eve stars for consolations unfounded,

For with destructions you’re wholly surrounded.

Behold Elysiums’ fresh ungrounded.

Make no cares of sound cries or lamentations with a boom.

Seek to establish a constructive, safe resume,

Completing this seemingly endless exhume.

Deep queries vex and disintegrate bricks of fortitude.

Why is it wrong Lord to have and want certitude?

Walls gone: struck down before constructions intrude.

A dilapidated domicile of firm dejection…

Stars speak of myriad stores of protection;

A clear and obvious disconnection.

K. Aldaya, 3/2/05