The Magnificent Innocents
I wrote this during a pocket of time several moons past. A time when the world stood still as the two once proud and most significant ladies fell and crumbled in a heap of their own filth as the world looked on in helplessness and electrifying awe .... I wonder what thoughts swirled around the steel and concrete heads of the glorious twins as went as they crumbled in-to the yawning abyss forcefully getting wider on the floor of the urban jungle. I wonder.... Oh, great the fall of Babylon! The once proudest of all the Iroko trees in the land now lay broken and dis-membered in the belly of the urban jungle. No longer do they dominate, being fawned over by man and foe alike. Now, they lay crushed and dis-used like broken dolls who have out-lived their usefulness.... but not be-fore making as grand an exit as their entry had been. I wonder what sort of conversation they had every morning as they stood high against they sky-line surveying the teeming hub of Huma