the bells

cities and towns we built
daisies we planted
and roads we named
in our semi-drunkenness
statues we erected
in our arrogance
and a false sense
of invincibility

are now under attack
by wrath
and fire

other parts of this
snow globe
seem naive
and happy
they seem so far away
from the havoc
we seem determined on

what will it take
to stop for
just a moment
and consider whether
it's these fires
we want to walk through
while both of us seem
to have been burnt
quite enough