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The planners
They plan.they build. All spaces are gridded
filled with permutation of possibilities.
The buildings are in alignment with the roads
which meet at desired points linked by bridges all hang
in the grace of mathematics.
They build and will not stop
Even the SWA draws back and the skies surrender

They erase the flaws,
the blemishes of the past,knock off
useless blocks with dental dexterity.
All gaps are plugged with gleaming gold
The country wears perfect rows is shinning teeth.
Anaesthesia,amnesia,hypnosis.
They all have means
They have it all so it will not hurt, so history is new again

The piling will not stop the drilling goes right though the fossils of last century

But my heart would not bleed poetry.Not a single drop to stain the blueprint of our pasts tomorrow.
© Abigirl aka privilege😊😊