How Does Something So Mammoth Disappear Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

One by one, city towers disappear.
And we're wondering, were they ever here?
Or were we hurled back in times past? It's queer.
It's peculiar that they no longer appear.
How does something so mammoth disappear?
And yet our skyline is a concrete tier.
Sure, a few seconds from now could reappear.
It's easier to believe they weren't here.
But skylines are tainted patchworks of glass.
It's a marvel to us, lower-class people?
Head scratching—wondering, should I disappear?
Would they notice I'm gone, no longer here?
It's weird asking egotistical questions.
Shrewd in knowledge, we have fewer perceptions.