Demolition

Submitted to: Imperfect Prose on Thursday

 This week’s prompt: Falling

How sad the demise

of brick and

stone

falling

a noble place

where people went

and stayed

a few hours

weeks

or days

Shelter-inspired ideas

provided work

promoted dreams

yet now

no Thing

remains

not even shadow

Instead I see

busy

nothingness

where people park cars 

empty shells

of themselves

on wheels

left for minutes, or hours

not one moment

taken to reflect

once this place

housed their dreams

No affection remains

leaving 

no possibility

of garden or weed

settling, seeding earth

no identification with

“This is ours”

this structure of pride,

mortar and stone

momentary home

now

leveled

flat and dry

dead cement

tarred black

white-lined, divided

inglorious

storyless

unnoticed space

no longer structure

just a place

to park

and

walk away