Translation

The breeze starts and stops
Pale light from the sun as it drifts ever higher
Hardly a sound save for the air and its caress across objects
Jagged, broken edges
Surfaces untouched
Sometimes a piece of paper or plastic crackling quietly
The Beast stands at the base of the building
The city is vacant
To one side it remains intact
Then ahead, and to the other, destruction
He turns towards the broken city and slowly walks
Moving at random
Sometimes seemingly retracing steps
Paths cut through the fabric of order
At other times, walking down streets left partially untouched
An intersection and square
Some manner of public place
Shattered, trampled, scattered about
At the curb by the wreckage there is a car
Cracks spider-web across the windshield
The driver’s side window gone
The rest of the car is intact
Bending at the knees, settling down on his haunches
Eyes slowly examining
Then turns his head
Looks a way down the road
Rises
Walks slowly
Stops
Another car
Flattened and broken
Things missing that would have made it whole
Twisted steel and the marks of fire
The Beast reaches forward
Lifts the car slowly
Examines
Only the eyes move
And the flowing ropes of black
Then turns it in his hands
Examines
Slowly, many times over
He twists at the waist
Turns
Walks back towards the square
Stops before the first car
Stands still
Reaches forward and places the broken car in his hand down by the curb
Settles it quietly
The Beast takes one step backwards
Settles on his haunches
Stares at the two cars by the curb, nose to tail
One a crumpled wreck
The other almost whole