To Drown

*Inspiration withheld.

Fragments cast about the floor,

A few identified as part of statue,

The rest condemned to obscurity,

An insignificant section.

Slight rivulets trickle down the stairs from the main entrance,

towards the engraved golden symbol on the ground floor,

and the broken statue of the great hero

seeking to drown in it.

Good, I’ll be happy --
When the deluge finally succeeds,

And it will drown,

Then people can finally move on,

Not worrying themselves over the doomed golden land.

Like fish in a dead ocean,

these people will inhabit desolate places forever more,

lacking in meaning,

and I will have won.