Quiet Apocalypse

How can you tell a world
Of its death?
What words?
What words.
How do you proclaim a horror
That only your eyes have seen?
Cassandra!
My eyes have seen
My ears have heard
The sound of a dying man
One leprous hand clutching a straw doll.

What words can slice the veneer?
What tongue can speak
To ears that will not listen?
How can you tell a world
Of its fall?
And in its falling
Who's to hear?