The scene after the population has been decimated after nuclear war which targets people and leaves buildings/resources behind.
I see this tower
Impenetrable and grey
With harsh cold concrete
Stark and eyeless
In a landscape bleak
With riven clouds
In a barren world
Filled with white, greys and black
And no relief
Where my eyes are sore
From acidic smoke
And no birds fly
In a world with broken trees
Whilst under foot
The earth beneath crunchies
With debris polished
By the heat
Whilst only brazen rats
Remain in hidden holes
Shared with cockroaches
Bold and rattling bones
Smeared with smoke
And transparent worms
Far beneath infect the soil
With mutant genes
And hairless moles
With eyeless stares
Gobble and snaffle
Whilst inside the tower
In boxes contained
In airless surrounds
Where dust remains
Still and unmoving
In mounds on the floor
No sound echoes forth
In this tomb like décor
Where once lived whole families
But now no open doors
Just cold bleak empty
Echoless floors
No sounds of children playing
Or stench of urine stinging
No broken shopping trolleys
Abandoned with wheels spinning
No gangs of lads with faces grinning
Or catcalls, the smell of gancha
Floating through the air
No population
Unless you count the piles of dust
Beneath the smears on the wall
Which once was the reception hall
This all but dead world
Breathed no sigh of relief
It had all but nothing
To bequeath
The little life that did remain
Was left terminally maimed
Until at last the sun
Shone once more
And in its final blast
The earth was purified at last.
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