Shared spikes, with salvage lagging slight, at the time of world wars, when sabotage gets writ large. (Italian not available, so autonomia fantasies of wide relevance go unproved.) Wreckage begins to climb around the Commune. Salvage always jagged as thrown-out teeth.
If you want the depressing one:
An idiotic beam of sunshine comes late, flares bright, and begins its plummet quick.
Again, the 1870s. That briefest scraping near kiss and cross, after Weimar hyperinflation and money is burned and Wall Street goes down:
1992, the Anglo century's greatest year of negation.
And the dwarf that has stuck around too long, bilious and repetitive in the corner, shows itself aiming for an unwanted comeback:
Finish it off once and for all.