Ten years the iron tower stood alone, To spew its smoke and ash and earthy waste, Scour the fields and flocks to sand and bone, And make a Stygian vale of this place. Today the band of heroes broke their fast On liquid courage, liver, pep, and grit; Now they will strive within the pillar vast, And leave in triumph; or fall seeking it. In time a team will come to match the test, Pass every pitfall thirty stories hold, Enraged and tired, meet the building's best, And still succeed. Then metal will unfold: A rose of steel, cut by a master's hand, Shown to perfection in a ruined land.
2 responses to “The Collapse”
Told with great gusto, atmosphere and description – nice work.