They just sat back laughing at the wounded city. Each breath sucking in ashes and fumes. Oh it bled all right; dried that moore country. All expatriate flames hurrying to found new nations of blinding dust. But the two of them, they just squinted at thet pipe-cleaner skyline. And it burned hotter in their oil slick pupils. One elbowed the other and said "I've seen better." Knowing that they were paid to remember the past - he blew out a hot breath and said "Burn it all".