AI, anti war, satire poem poetry, Nietzsche, poetry, humanity

RUIN

in the ruins
of a bombed-out city

(the bombing
destined tp continue
whilst the perpetrators
are still
at large)

an iconic, Teutonic soul,
philologist-philosopher by trade
and prescient mind
from a former
world-defining age

sits on a white plastic chair
more conspicuous target
it would
be hard to imagine

communing with past,
present future

citizen of the inescapable
State of Ruin

Kingdom of
Heaven

somewhat deconstructed,
polarized,

downward death-shifted