How many times have we seen it.
The crane and the car
and the old piano too big for stairs.
Boxed and strapped, it is swinging.
Creaking dangerously overhead.
The elevation and death of culture
as we anticipate the crash,
crushing the car below. We saw it
with our eyes, but did we know
the piano was never in the box.
Tony Noon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WHERE was it? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Hm? bri : ) I shall ponder the question for hours. ****