Lady Grim's Shame

Just beyond the passing trains Stands the skeletal remains Of a lady loved and once adored. How everyone was simply floored By her architectural dominance. The roaring twenties called their names, And blood and sweat of men explains Why they stood in awe of every board Struck dumb there by a demon horde, Tiny in her unrelenting prominence Her grim beauty cracks and wanes, But within the wreckage someone gains Some solace where a box is stored Upon which they lay their drunken gourd To rest with seeming self confidence.