The Lost Dances of Cranes by Juliet Wilson

Your fields are empty now.

Only your ghosts dance

while cranes of another kind

dance cities into being.

All that remain of you are

a fading crackle of your energy

and some grainy video footage

that people in the new cities

will watch to marvel

at the wonders the world

by Juliet Wilson

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