While feasting and drinking weapons lay unmanned as the attack came swiftly flipping the board with flash floods hollowing the halls swallowing the hoards.
Without moats dug in preparation for the onslaught horns began blasting their deafening mort halting, shaking sitting ducks in the firing-line for a live fire final round.
ashes to ashes mirrors burned to smoke on the ground
brick by brick towering castles came crashing down
dust to dust bodies returned in a soiled mound
Panacea drifts in a full circle turning life-rafts into caskets floating down the Nile where suit-and-tie crocodiles salivate and wait dislocated jaws spread extended beyond greed or failure fervidly seeking to feed and savor leaving our downstream drifting reed-basket fate in the same boat // a replica // of the devoured bread-basket savior.