I look upon the devastation
it's totality, serene
Nothing left for preservation
every nook and cranny, clean

No vestiges of life
no hint of joys or pains
An apathy of strife
no light within, remains

Over analyzed
every speck of dust
Over critiqued, penalized
unable too, adjust 

To mark a date and time
where such a thing occurred
Or who would claim the crime
the memories now, are blurred

I am what I have made
of this there is no doubt
The reaper has been paid
my inward eye, turns out