“They just sat back laughing at the wounded city. Each breath sucking in ashes and fumes. Oh it bled all right; drier than Moore county. All expatriate flames hurrying to found new nations of blinding dust. But the two of them, they just squinted at that 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’.”