A New Development
the scenes of the city are getting lost forever
faster than the eyes can shutter to think
a kaleidoscope of fragments, still
frames, of brick and of mortar
turn, one-by-one, out of place —
they are placed onto a concrete stretcher
and stripped away, but only in form:
their absence keeps a record,
an artefactual truth,
a repeating reel of no longer real estate
played back by an ensemble
of vestigial organs
an apparition,
an intangible,
an outer space --
an extremity.
a footnote in history.
a second-hand memory.
like the train station before the train,
before the rail,
before the engine,
before steam shot up in loco-motion
from the Steeples of Progress,
before the transmutation of
the Mass of Steel,
before the deluge
like the time when the rye and spear grass
alone kept watch
you can still see the invisible
in the brief moments you stop looking
but for now (and again)
the powers of tomorrow will conspire
the vacant lot will fill
with a baffling tower to appear:
more intricate,
more ornate,
more substantial
than all Creation.
the skyline will fill
but on each new day the horizon
will reveal the mourning:
there is something here
we are missing