quarter to midnight
and the air is sour with burnt cement
two enormous
construction/destruction engines
that look like
steamshovels and sound like
jackhammers
are perched on an overpass
the height of
a four story building,
devouring the roadway
as if it were a very large
but very fragile
breadstick
sloppy eaters, these two
chunks of concrete the
size of a man’s head drool
from their maws
and plummet to earth
in a steady tattoo
headlights above the cabs glare
like eyes and I think
there must be a metaphor
in all this
something about
human rapacity
or the transient nature
of man made things
or maybe it’s the
opening of
a science fiction story
or at least some
cosmic joke
but I got bupkis
Comments
Benjamin Gorman
November 2, 2012
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You can always go with "man's
You can always go with "man's inhumanity to man," said with THAT voice.