Stories in the sky

By: Error (School of Materials)
Competition Year: 2017
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Cranes overhead their white deliveries,
ceramic, swaying and carefully dropped.
Maybe a microcrack nothing to worry about.

The landscape changes, the old returned to dust.
The fresh towers rise - glass lives on every floor.
Viscous, it moves the swelling red heart.

Cranes overhead their black deliveries,
metallic, swaying, unstoppable.
It didn't take much.
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