Demolition

The demolition crews are out, And twice this week, I saw Crunching into brick and steel, A huge crane's T-rex maw. And, as God speaks through symbols That mirror truths within, The jaws of mighty Shiva Are what I I *feel* I've seen, A vision forged in brick and steel For me to contemplate Processes of death and birth Directly immanent. Tomorrow there'll be rubble Where the building stood today. And after that, some trucks will come And haul the stuff away. Then the construction men will come. A scaffold will arise. Then, in a year, the opening Of some new enterprise. The skyline of the mind Adjusts to what we see. I'll scarce be able to recall The way it used to be.