The intact facade's now almost black
in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the building, "the oldest concrete structure
in New England," the newspaper said. By afternoon,
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We crouched on wet gravel and waited out the squall; the hieratic woman...pulsating poetic expression with vivid depiction of devastating episodes so brilliantly sketched out!
'It topples all at once! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
One of the best poems by Mark Doty................................
Beautiful and impressive narration of the demolition of an edifice worthy of modern poem of the Day.