A road lined with burnt out junkers,
   And garbage fires 'round which hunker
 Cold souls sitting in drizzling rain --
   That rain, that rain, their eternal bane.

Blue skies are a distant memory --
   Except for in every reverie
 That denies claustrophobic skies
   The main villain role - e'er reprised.

Where's our long-lost hero, the sun?
   Have stout clouds got him on the run?
 Or maybe our hero 's bleeding out;
    Its feeble showing leaves room for doubt.