Henceforth Utopia

I beheld some wild ruination scenes;  
sunsets streaming sideways in a storm cloud dream  
beyond post apocalyptic smithereens  
in shade length extreme.  
 
Playgrounds forthwith were of offspring devoid  
though the woodland leaves caught daylight's farewell gold  
just as they would in a graveyard, destroyed,  
as they did of old.  
 
The frenzy of depredation had cooled  
and now throve only the bramble thorn and weeds.  
Gone was the order the groundskeeper ruled  
with their green thumb deeds!  
 
Street concrete by the remorseless root was cracked  
and hothouse glass gave way to the windfall wood  
and new car gloss was by hailstones shellacked  
wherever it could.  
 
No more was Planet Earth a curated place.  
No more sundials or Shakespeare in the park,  
and no street lights concealing outer space  
in the midnight dark...  
 
where nevermore...were there any upturned eyes,  
by that infinitude to be steeped in awe,  
so consummate that a bard would elegize...  
everything he saw!  
 
I cannot say such dreams will come to pass  
where deep time sand covers every trace of plan,  
as patinated brass, and epitaphs by grass,  
or the bones of man.  
 
But we all know what took Eden Earth away,  
and Hell sure seems as if we are half way there  
when crude Earthling hordes would rather fight than play,  
with more savoir-faire!