Structures are a-crumbling
The house next door,
A run-down old place
Several decades a home for a family
Yesterday stood empty
Yesterday was still filled with horded memories
Yesterday morning, it was.
Mid-day the machine came
And like a giant dragon,
Opened its mouth,
Looking like a hyena reaching into the bowels
Of a fallen elk
Once filled with life, now lifeless
Grabbing, pulling, shaking
With each grab and pull
The structure crumbled
With each shutter and dismantling
The memories faded
Leaving just a pile of bare bones,
Cement strewn, splinters scattered.
Structures are a-crumbling.
This morning
Our communication devices
Became silent.
The memories that were recounted
Between friends and families silenced.
The entity we called cell phone communication,
This mammoth organization,
It feels as if it cannot be relied upon
It feels as if it is swaying in the wind
It feels as if this huge tower
May be a-crumbling.
I sit on a cliff,
Looking down upon the earth
Looking at my home
And wonder,
Is the structure a-crumbling?
And if so,
Will a new home be built on the bare land?
Will this new home be shiny, sturdy,
Will it be better than ever?
The structures are a-crumbling,
Making way for a new beginning,
A new time and place
A space for a new joyful home.
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