In a dream I saw civilization fallen,
A city lay collapsed upon a plain:
The debris was piled upon the fields
Like a thick paint upon a bad painting.
My companions and I were not concerned,
We lay idly on our backs and we talked
Casually around the campfire of the mind:
And then it was that a woman walked by:
Tigers were her eyes on the landscape
And they tore up our thinking like paper:
But we pretended we were unconcerned,
And covered our hearts with the talk of the day:
That life was casual, the world was usual,
The small things good, the good things small:
That another day’s work was finished, finished,
The city lay collapsed, civilization fallen.
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