The bones of a stadium

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Coming home tonight
After a long day out
I saw them
Much more clearly than by day:
Great concrete pillars,
Ramps and arches
Steel-cored
Starkly lit by work lights
And full moon;
Thick and strong
To bear the weight of a tribe
Tromping up and down
Roaring with one voice
In anger or triumph.

Bare, hard, flat, unadorned
Brutally simple
Yet possessed of
A certain monumental majesty:
The stone ribs of a giant.

Comments

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Heee! Zoom poetry! I love the rhythm you found, it seems to sneak along the concrete pillars with the moonlight only to speed up and 'tromp' along with the crowd. Very engaging. In my minds' eye the stadium was transformed into something as mysterious and captivating as the ancient coliseums and I could almost see them standing in some far off future as ghostly testimonials to our existence.

*sigh*

Thank you for providing some poetic goodness. Finding a contemporary poem that is both beautiful and thoughtful seems a rare occurrence.