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.
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