Cranes

Verse 1
Hanging from the ground
It draws the city to its chin
A breed of power lines the grey
As each new crane holds time to wait

Verse 2
Sprouting in sporadic tufts
With an open arm that orbits earth
Oak trees sulk with jealous stoops
Redundant of their ancient rule

Verse 3
As they command the reigning sky
The mighty cranes impose their will
We scurry through our daily troughs
Too fast to see our city’s drop
Bridge
How, how high,
They grow,
The pillars of our city,
Look below

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