Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or vanquished Banished and sanguine Outward I'm wasting Inward still waiting I came out into the miasma of that great city Seeing the remnants blocking roadways A million mouths left wanting Cut off and left for dead The ruddy sky alive with ash A smoke that lingers here forever Walking circles down lonely paths Wishing I could find you here Overturn