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Construction, Disconstruction pt.V: Final Solemn Bow
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Extended Poetry Everything was meant to be
Everything was meant to pass
Those bricks never felt the sullen blast
Of a further wrecking ball
The crane never saw the future
Of life, of it moment of confinement
The claw still moves through every glutton boy
Wanting every carnival prize to ever come across
Such a tragic tale, of a thought on paper
Of construction and disconstruction
Of an eager-tasting start to a bitter-sounding end
Oh, life is just a race to your death
To kiss your death and wink your clever eye
Is to kiss your life and hold it in your arms
Such a tragic tale of three drastic roles
The crane is so tall and vast…
The claw, greedy as a hungry bear
Greedy as the hand on the joystick
Wrecking ball, so big and tough
Come to wipe the onion tears away
One by one, again and again…
