gotham

the blessed smoke
of the enlightenment
settles over
the great city
(we are lost in
cognitive thought)
donned in her costume
new jerusalem
from which radiated
truth beauty light
obscured now with
deep billowing darkness
the money changers
own the temple
the least of sacrifices
polluted corrupt
lay at the foot
of an empty altar
concepts shattered
scattered utopians
herald a new age
a rebirth
from this tattered womb
torn and diseased from use
no longer the beacon
ivory tower exposed
for the want of
reliable take out