The Shelling is Relentless Regardless of Evasive Measures

I turn around
see that once was sound
my fortress
is now
in little scattered shambles
all in a row
leading off to heaven knows where
north of here
somewhere allegedly near the Capital

the stark, blasted flat-out unreality of it all is
the tricky part
striking me silly
somewhere
spinning me
blindfolded
I have my tail
my pin
but the donkey has fled
due...
out of here