Through your lens
at the end of time
in the beginning,
buildings scattered
like torn rags

Vertical & horizontal
in each other's arms,
twisted discord & harmony

Black tar glistening
lusciously against
obsolete muscles

Jaws of a derrick
hungrily eating into
the old

And all this "new"
eerily erect
at death's door

A light at the end
of the tunnel, again & again
dust in our eyes,
in our melancholic
hearts thumped,
pummeled

Over the city, seagulls
in monochrome drift,
their beaks at the old gold
falling from brittle
constructions