SKYSCRAPERS

A woman who lit the way for centuries
Is ready to cry on the shore.
Anger on her cheeks, 
Blood on her skirt, 
Fallen off her waist
Her rainbow. 

In a sunny clime 
Skyscraper has closed its curtains. 
A flag is fluttering 
In a timeless tempest 
That sweeps the Asian shores. 

The tempest began 
Even before the Books foretold; 
Stars would fall 
On a hopeless flag fold.