The metal teeth
Of machinery scrapes
Well worn tarmac
Pavements shake
What once were houses
Now shattered homes
Piles of rubble
Broken bones.
Twisted metal
In concrete graves
Shudder surrended
No longer brave
Lives and deaths
Through passage time
Childhood to old age
Now longer bind.
Clouds of dust
As each it falls
Rooms and walls
No longer tall
The hungry metal
Smashes and grabs
So many memories
Bricks and sand.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: April 17th, 2026 03:36
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Comments7
Norman this to me beyond the vivid picture painted of physical destruction is metaphoric of greater destruction where the physical falls in rubble self inflicted by not only neglect but active destruction. It is a sad poem of the activities of man and how what was once beautiful and useful is pulled down. Well written a fave
Most kind, thanking you as always much appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
This must be painful losing your home to destruction most likely due to commercial take over.
Excellent piece. Well written and thought out.
very kind comments, thanking you much appreciated
Your most welcome!
A sad poem, it touches upon themes of memory, the fragility of human life, and the relentless nature of change.
yes some call it progress thanks for reading much appreciated
Good write N. Ahh, a poem about a bus shelter?! lol.
I wish you would knock bus stop down lol neither use nor ornament
lol
great write. very powerfully expressed
Norman, this hits with a heavy, grinding force…you can feel the destruction as it unfolds. It doesn’t hold back, and that gives it real weight. Powerful write and, honestly, a fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most kind comments and fave, thanking you and much appreciated
A building race we are🙏🏻🕊️
thanks for reading much appreciated
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