The Fall


The end begins so silently

As unannounced as that next breath

Drawn by tranquil Mnemosyne 

Unnoticed, involuntary


Such bountiful humility, 

Concealing seed of destruction 

Which only much too late achieves

A glorious revelation


Oh, most exquisite Babylon

Your gardens sumptuously green

How could your glories ever fade,

Your majesty become unmade?