Monuments

Arms outstretched towards a waning sun

The memory of what we once called society

A burial between concrete and broken glass

The subway stands silent, devoid of the swarm, now speechless

The ghost of consumerism floats

Revisiting the gallows of a long lost dignity

I remember the flames touching the sky

The wasteland of our values

A vast grave with a million views

Like broken dolls we lie scattered

Our dreams absorbed through the cracks of a sidewalk

Through the ashes of meaningless monuments