Every good apocalypse throws
a good red carpet pre-party.  

The Theatre of the Renaissance complete
with Rococo influences, Tiffany lamps, a Parisian
Palace on Ice and fluted glasses well paired
with some dish in gilded glass cages
for consumption by the bedecked and bejeweled.  

Too many revelers  
& not enough thinkers
to stop the blood tide
of Franco-Prussian Austro-Hungarian drama.  

History’s pedaled wheel comes round
again and continues for all our days.