It rose
Slowly at first
No one paid it any attention
Just another construction site
Laying waste to the skyline
Another carbuncle
But
It rose
And took shape
Climbed slowly from the surface
Slowly taking form it rose into
the light
Edging ever upwards people
stared
Body building up
And
It rose
Reached further
Settled on its base walls
reflect the sights around
Four fingers at its tip they
claw and clamber for its zenith
Soaring in the dawn greets
swallows to its bosom
The sun it touches
And
It stops
© Fergus Martin
2012
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