Demolition - Poem by Max Reif
The demolition crews are out,
And twice this week, I saw
Crunching into brick and steel,
A huge crane's T-rex maw.
And, as God speaks through symbols
That mirror truths within,
The jaws of mighty Shiva
Are what I I *feel* I've seen,
A vision forged in brick and steel
For me to contemplate
Processes of death and birth
Tomorrow there'll be rubble
Where the building stood today.
And after that, some trucks will come
And haul the stuff away.
Then the construction men will come.
A scaffold will arise.
Then, in a year, the opening
Of some new enterprise.
The skyline of the mind
Adjusts to what we see.
I'll scarce be able to recall
The way it used to be.
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