Destruction Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The storm troopers came
and destroyed the pavilion,
the cloister, the waterfall -
bombed out of existence -
and as I watch the wanton
destruction I lose my mind

volleys fired constantly and
head wounds are causing
such pain that miserable
despair takes over every-
thing, the attack continues;
I'm bound and gagged in

this prison, forced to watch
dismantling of my citadel -
everything I cherished lost,
mute I regard my torturers
as my life's work goes up
in flames, I'm sacrificed on

the altar of hatred under a
cloak of efficiency; pain in
my heart and head such a
misery, but my tormentors
gleefully toast the demise
of the most beautiful part

of my little universe…