there are holes in the wall
and water's gushing through:
to drown burning metal souls,
to make them all anew

synapse overload -
sensations and colors running riot
as the world reclaims the burnt-out husks
(never have any eyes seen such beautiful sparks, baby)
dissolving to the dark
while cleansing water permeates each casing

cybermen walked here
the boom-boom-boom-boom of their steps could be heard
echoing through streets where children once played;
now empty silver shells are scattered on the ground
and
a lone man stands over them,
hiding his face from the world