The Bigby Bridge

What came into being gleaming once, admired, photographed
By crowds, a symbol of technological progress, sits unused,
It's surfaces entirely engulfed in rust. A smaller crowd has come
To it, affixing sachels of explosives. Symbol now
Of obsolescence, soon it will be gone.





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Written on 2024-12-19 at 20:26

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Much of the landmarks and familiar 'fixtures' of yesterday are now no longer and many more are somehow scheduled to be torn down, converted, or erased. This poem covers much in such brevity!
2024-12-21