WORDS OF THE LIVING
(CRANES)
The colossal cranes
Turn and twist
Cargo too eager to resist
The hook sinks
The pen inks
While the poet deeply thinks
The fibres strain and shake and stretch
The pilot a tired, unhappy wretch
The sunset streams
Against the metal sheen
Not a wing can be seen
Nature has been overthrown
Leaving us; all alone
The colossal cranes
Build anew
But in reality they destroy all remains
Of everything we knew
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Words Of The Dead- Words Of The Living- #Wattys2019
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