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Demolition
by Bruce W NiedtThey imploded another stadium today,
thirty-three years old, already deemed obsolete.
They got a mascot and a retired ballplayer
to push the ceremonial button.
The crowd cheered to the percussion
of dynamite, puffs of smoke and dust
working along the base of this rounded coliseum,
as each section folded in on itself,
a huge falling soufflé of concrete and steel.
We dont hold on to history any more.
Thirty years to us is ancient. Why is nothing
built to last? We dont fix; we throw away.
Memories are what are left over
after the demolition, the things we find
only when we sift through the rubble. 03/24/2004 Posted on 03/25/2004
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/04 at 03:35 AM Much wisdom here Bruce. So true so true. You always have such a great way of looking at things, making us all realize we've seen it that way too, but never thought of writing about it. Kudos! |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 03/29/04 at 05:13 AM so sad when people tear down character to put up function...bah |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/29/04 at 12:03 PM You have struck that proverbial nerve again, Bruce. A fascinating and revealing account with a well-placed, multiplicitous, final word.
Pe4ce... |
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