Pillar, lighthouse, burning steeple.
Up in flames.
Down go the people.
Double crossed by the chaos,
Feeling the pangs of change.
The new normal’s a strange strain.
Keep down wind of the up heaval.
This abrupt disruption.
Is it a new start for an old fart or a volcano eruption?
You may find yourself asking why we really need to scrape the sky.
Outlook, minaret, obelisk.
The view was great but was it worth the risk?