Demolition

At first I stood there alone, mesmerized. A passer-by stopped to join me, we exchanged nary a word. One by one, others gathered, their presence a quiet reverence. Living statues that form a motionless funeral procession.

Tall concrete forms, once unyielding, now fractured. They have been brought low, unmade. Their fall soften by clouds of rising dust — A silent cacophony echoing through still air.

There was a beauty in this act of destruction. A solemn ending, a gentle sadness. And now through the haze, a glimpse of hope — New life waiting to rise, its shape yet unknown.