Death of a Building

Strange to see
the bones of your city
exposed;
strange to see 
under the brick and mortar skin.
I’m not sure what I expected.
A beating boiler heart, maybe.
A strange thought, but stranger still to have the body
 of this building 
exhumed in the open air, 
an autopsy 
under clear blue skies.

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