'Faultsville---Still building':
That is our city's slogan.
In this site that Fate gave us,
we build down into and up out of the crack.
I will take Your structure to be my superstructure
and vice versa I hope,
through 'con-struction' and 'de-struction'.
Somewhere in a deep basement
you will find our neighborhood's warm, beating heart.
A steam shovel engine was repurposed
as the boiler for our heating system.
A very interesting , thought provoking and thoughtful poem. Liked the penultimate stanza. Beautifully expressed and presented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Work under progress is what life is all about and your poem reminds me It remains like that till the end, never complete. Thoughtful poem.