Picture time gone
and a world turned to glass.
Here, a glass man holds a white glass
handkerchief to his red glass nose
in a city park where the brown glass boughs of trees
jiggle brown glass leaves and dwarf
the green glass blades of grass.
In the distance lie enormous glass turquoise mountains
where waterfalls of silver glass stream over glass rocks
while the jagged wings of birds hang overhead.
And all the colorful glass people in all the glass towns
look on and look on and look on.
Suddenly, one marble statue topples.
The glass world buckles and shatters
and the stained glass sky comes crashing down.
And in the ensuing silence the smashed glass world
shimmers like a dangling neon jewel
under the gleam of a midnight sun
while the face of a marble nihilist statue
stares out coldly from beneath the rubble
of what was.
— John Hawkins, October 1983, The Mass Media (student publication)