We had a landmark off Holland tunnel.
Looking south we knew where North was.
Gone now, some to a dump, other to ashes.
North is not gone! Oh no! A landmark is!
And we will always return to empty skies.
Imaging light reflected in the clouds above,
the ones who where in windows, a sky away.
Making two towers merging in a huge array.
Giving light a field to play. Left us in sorrow.
Birds won’t be lured again, us the ones to be.
Save the birds to migrate . We had it here.
Trees growing out of rocks. Mowing’s done.
Time’s been. Time is gone. Do another part.
Let them be and leave where they’re called.
Not to encounter our builders madness.
In shade of night, off our ambitious illusion.