Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2014  Vol. 13  No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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Huge Piece of Building

So big it blocks out the sky, so big it could be the sky
and us under it. Us the insects beneath the flat rock
some titan hand has lifted to peek under. Us the dirt

those insects walk on and burrow through. Us the end
of this, okay? Enough! At the butt of a skyscraper staring up
the man on the ledge is visible, but only just. And it’s just

we’ll only know him if he jumps, though he knows us now.
From where he stands, he sees us swarming. The red eyes
of our emergency vehicles. The flashes of our cameras.

And between us, a whole building rests like a bridge
we were never meant to cross. And on that bridge is a sign
we were never meant to read, though they knew we would try.  end  

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