The Cranes

All around I see the cranes Of buildings growing taller, Contributing to blocking out the sky, Which seems much smaller. They haul supplies, enabling The placing of the beams To disrupt the city skyline And fulfill somebody's dreams. The cranes are not at fault, although They're easier to blame. Without them our fair city Couldn't play this modern game. But since they're here, the buildings rise, Monstrosities of glass, The beauty of the views we knew Abruptly come to pass.