A few red dots become mounds
And then dead purple valleys
Stay forever like dormant volcanoes
Of which we still fear.
Demo sites where explosions were never cleared away
Pollute the untouched places now grey and dead too.
Eagerly we try to reverse the process
That is only natural.
Our attempts at reconstruction will fail
Until we realize that it is the forces
Which created these monstrous mountains
That will destroy them in time
And that there is no amount of concealer that can cover
he imperfections I see.