A Home Reduced To Rubble Poem by Robert Beksinski

At dawn, your ghostly presence arrives

What was left behind, nothing remains the same

Fog of the absence still lingers

And coats everything with decay

This return, the prophetic return

Rotates the stars and planets

Back into natural alignment

A false sense of normality sets in

What was once normal, no longer shall be

Damnation becomes the one and only solid truth

This return, will be the end to all things