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Feb 2013
I stand atop

a great solid rock

watching the griant

building fall

a magnificent structure

built among rocks

to penetrate the heavens

and with a view

to sacred springs

now dry.

Now its vacant windows

welcoming the demolition

splinter like rain

and the desperately applied


tumbles to the sides

as its futile presence

becomes obvious.

Something in me sighs

as the majestic tower

is crushed

by the weight

of its own might

and becomes rubble

like the rest.

I go there

with cautious steps

I kick the debris

and pick up a piece

for remembrance.
Patricia Drake
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Patricia Drake
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