At Least
At Least
At least I can hear the birds sing
Through cloud and mist and changing sun
Their melodies hopeful shining true
As if Spring can change a thing
As if a Song can change our fate
There's something amiss in the air and sky
The smell of smoke insists its true
Gray that hangs and clings all day
Towers rise and fall in time
Shining glass framed in steel
Now jagged fragments of what remains
Where birds perch on twisted ends
And watch the theatre of man below
Repeat again and again til the end