Twin Buildings

Cock-crow precipitation -dripping from the eaves stores cry, “no, no they weep.” Ciao to the sun-god and the dryness coming the conurbation awakes from sleep. Crows roost on high-wires caws calling begging their searching for initial treat. Five wire, barbwire, steel-post line falling in a fissure many feet deep. Placid the zephyr over edifice telling depressing the stones before the heat. Echo of first footsteps selling clamors and calmer of shod feet. Poltergeist reflects in structure reaping apparitions where once stood the heap of trice crumpled twin buildings a hole were prior the blameless sleep.