The cities crumble, steel undone,
Glass devoured by weeping sun.
Towers bend like brittle reeds,
Roots reclaim what once was streets.

Bridges drown in shifting tides,
Their bones dissolved where time resides.
Machines now whisper rusted prayers,
Ghosts of circuits, vacant stares.

Forests bloom where highways bled,
Leaves entomb the words we said.
The clocks collapse, the years erase,
No hand remains to mark their face.

The stars once mapped in human lore,
Forget the eyes that traced before.
A sun still burns, a moon still wanes,
Yet none are left to give them names.

And when the wind unearths our dust,
No voice will call, no stone will trust.
For time outlives the best we build,
And writes its will in earth refilled.