things haven’t changed
roxks settling in a valley
dust filling the space between

cranes moving in unison
against a grey sky
crews of people removing life
paving memories
having left this place years before
thinking that sometime
someone would marvel

that they made a difference to this particular skyline
as if it was ever truly theirs to change
or that their hands would have the power to impress

and the birds pass on
out of view
where they came from
where they come to