'Season of Flames

FLASH!
In a blaze of magnesium
The entire city like a silhouette
Crumbles.

Not a sound
But consciousness
tossed softly into an empty space.
And the remote
self
Just now interred.

Millions of glass-splinters in flight
Old beams heavier than lead
And wall clay, with a thud,
Give the final stroke.
Outside is
Bizarre grey,
Distorted roofs,
Tangle of electric wires,
Full of human smell,
Yet void of human life,
Thousands of acres of
Dead
    silence.