Death of a Site by Sticks

http://www.abctales.com/story/sticks/death-of-a-site

Many a true word is written in poems, brackets or not. Liked the imagery of the army - 'flapping doors of vacant tents' and 'spear-like nibs that once pierced those pretenders of art'. (I think you did mean once, instead of one - did you Sticks?)

'Now only depleted numbers
chase the glory
of less fruitful days'

A strong ending which echoes round my head. Enjoyed. TY Silver Spun Sand