Buzluzja

Coming  into view through the trees
at the top of the hill 
a concrete spaceship in elephant grey 
stark against the cornflower sky
a forgotten monument to past triumphs  
there is nothing left
inside this empty shell 
where hundreds once gathered to celebrate
that splendid time
their glorious voices echoing across the valley
now only graffiti and rubble remain 
amidst piles of rusty metal where comrades once stood 
the windows filled with coloured glass 
are now gaping holes 
where the swallows nest