The ground was nothing but rubble. Stones smashed to bits and pieces, From when the owners had apartment leases, The aftermath of War, Changed stones to what they were Before, Pebbles. The Destroyers had won. But you know what? Buildings built before were built, And built briefly and begrudgingly, Now this slate stands open, Blank as a canvas and equally befuddling, Yet out Architects are Bright, our Engineers are Supreme, Let them sort out this Sordid Dream, They can build us a new sort of construction, Something not dreamed of before out prior destruction, A new land, As temporal as a Castle made of Sand, But nice, and our own, For the short time, We call it Home. -Theodore Kent