A Scene

I am quietly sitting laidback,
savouring my breakfast
as the towers of the world
collapse all around me
noiselessly.

The shadow of the corporate hq
no longer standing tall
and overwhelming
like a drunk father,
more of a fallen giant now,
the laughing stock
of a relieved flock.

People and turists
were shooting pics
from the storefronts
at the end of the street.
I was watching the scene
from behind the bakery's glass,
tasting the crumbles
of what seemed to be
the last muffin of globalisation.

No worries but,
the oven is on again,
hotter this time,
more cookies on the way, sir.
Organic,
fair trade cocoa,
soy beans and vitamins.

But, behold!,
already pick up the debris
and broken bricks,
resell what steel might be salvaged
and the same with all that glass.