After the storm shining cars

Will slowly drive around

The striped slabs,

The sunken streets.

(vacant lots will fall prey

To drive by camera shots.)

The world will be filled 

With open mouthed strangers

In need of directions.

Without ceremony

Zeus' trees will be felled,

Sand will be tilled,

Land will be cleared

Made ready to lie

With the businessmen,

With the lovers of ruin,

(Who are eager to

Develop the detritus.)

My yard will be mined

For memories, for the 

Glimmers of before. While

The lonely eyes of four

Legs will be desperate 

For food. (tongues will be 

Seeking drink.)

And I, And I will

Walk the shore with

The inexorable sadness

Of a flightless bird and

Ask the wind if this is

What it wanted the water

To convincingly convey. (communicate?) 

Alternate end,

And ask the wind what it 

Told the water to say.