Beauteous are the Cranes

Beauteous are the cranes swinging in dazzling red contrast against the blue skies fading to a gorgeous gray.
Steel piles higher and higher,
A pillar to hold the floodgates closed.

They pull the cranes away,
Collapsing, bending at the foot of the structure.
Hard hats look in awe.

Then I remembered how this all rests on dirt:
When for a new escalator they cut a hole in the mall.
Rectangular
Deep
Dark

I remembered how towers fall:
When the god of the mountain decides they are too tall.

I had a dream once,
The skyline was Christ’s domino set.
He flicked. We fell.
He rearranged the pieces, did it all over again.

Oh beauteous new and lush Riverside Villas!
With your views and your balconies,
Underground
Parking
Security

You will never be a ruin.