Cold relics of the past long forgotten in the stark light where works of art and craft were replaced by ruin and dawn no more came to a city as silent as the night The Zwinger In Dresden Chimes no more A mechanism of melted brass. Like a greek machine that rusted in place Tells the final hour of some doomed inferno. Like midnight in hell, burning bright. The disinterested tourists gaze at the wordless ruins as they pass them by Inscrutable obelisks dedicated to some nameless terror (long ago), underneath the dome of a steel sky.