Building Site Nights

When the city’s asleep, the dark is deep, and the people have gone to their beds,

Look at the cranes on the vast city plains, extending their saurian heads.

See how they stomp through the skyscraper swamp, scoffing the scaffolding trees,

And watch as they flex all the steel in their necks, in wait for a scent on the breeze.

Then hear their dread tread on the dead cold stone,

As they prowl down the pavements, proud and alone,

And they moan at the moon as they mourn the land’s past,

Till back to their sites they come stamping at last,

With only their prints in the puddle-pocked ground

To show that the cranes have been walking around.

When the city’s asleep, the dark is deep, and the people have gone to their beds,

Look at the cranes on the vast city plains, extending their saurian heads.

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One Comment to “Building Site Nights”

  1. Brilliantly clever, although I had to look up the meaning of saurian !!.

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