The sun pushes upward into an empty city.
The triple tree-of-heaven, Ailanthus,
Toppled once to the east, twice to the west,
Roots a waking bear crack the pavement as it falls.
Wrack and wreckage,
Flotsam flung from a receding wave.
What did you lose?
What did you surrender?
Because there was no choice save surrender,
As sun and moon met the Earth Shaker.
Kim K. McCrea 