The Fragility of Brick

The brick and mortar has crumbled
as a new world roared into being,
an electric world, sprung from the ocean
with seven crowns
and infinite heads, infinite bodies,
consumption made manifest;
a creature that sups more ferociously than Mammon,
a beast that gluts on misery, that rewards the vain and vaunts
the ruthless; not a replacement for the old world,
no,
a parasite breaking through the flesh of the host,
collating all cancers and terrors
and spreading them as easily as gossip.
The world of brick is gone, and yet,
the bricklayers still struggle through,
maddened, foaming, hungry,
with less and worse each day.
The state-building animal goes rabid
when there are no more states to build.