The ruins are left watching.

I listen, molded into the earth;

Roots grab my feet and hands; keep me grounded.

I dare not move.

The earth is engulfed in us,

the sun has moved on.

Defeat is woven into plastic,

Napkins and soda bottles decorate the sidewalks;

the grass and the ocean.

We wander lost in our own world.

But we do not change.

The present hurts but the future maybe unbearable.

We destroy ourselves.

But the laugher is not our own, it is the people who saw the future coming.

We are the culprits.

I sit here imprisoned in this Earth; I claimed it when it was not mine.

Every king goes down with his kingdom.

And we, we go down, fading with our world.

- Caroline Wigglesworth