Open Poetry #18 |
A Building Sense |
ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Son, tin clad houses stand no more their hollow centers gutted sore. Hydraulic shovels pick the apses, like wounded soldiers they relapse. Fire flashed through roofs, unhurt, a neighborhood watch sounded an alert. I gazed between the senseless wreckage what was comfort became a cage. What would lay in store for countless more crying from windowsills galore filled me the burning saga instilled me. Here is the cyclic master plan to which all construction has no ban. Planted fires burn and eat the unwanted and their abandoned shells are flaunted until the day we call in the crane, to make our town appear more sane. So they go up I'm told in synchrony, a market fair at Tiffanies We change houses like we do our shoes the time comes when the market moves. Senseless remains greet firemen crews they tell of buildings we've abused, pointing out the shambled homes in skews so that we don't make the news. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This reminds me of my old neighborhood and how I hurt for the shape it is in now... Kathleen-- |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Its too bad this has to happen this way, Martin...but it sometimes unfortunately does. There was a bed and breakfast that burned down, here in Kzoo on New Years Day. It had been on the state's historic register...and was over 100 years old. The only good part is that no one got hurt. Thanks for sharing this one. copyright2001 Lyra Nesius |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
This was rather sad..nicely done. floria |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
we have had landmarks being torn down too when the site is supposed to preserve such sites for 'cultural heritage' |
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