Congratulations...

The skies seem blue, how odd.
The stars, the stellars turn salient
And to disturb is no sound of metal.
The birds chirp all day long
And perhaps wonder where
The creatures with no wings have vanished.

Dolphins splash up and into deep wide blue,
Who knew there existed dolphins here
Wheels have stopped, egoes dropped,
And existence has come to doubt again.

The predator, now prey, shrivels up
Inside its turtleshell.
There has been judgement
And has it gone the right way?

What bustled with feet,
Holds none this night
And ironed fists now stoop to beg.
While chyrons scream, scream of rout and collapse.

What have we done?