Friday, March 18, 2011


Twisted steel, writhing iron
grasping girders
bones of failure

but power
still fills
the empty spaces.

Before, it coursed through
thin ribbons, through high wires
tense in the fog.

But now, deep within the devastation
efficient atoms hum in
hot expectation

as delicate clouds
toward the desperate city.

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