Monthly Archives: April 2011

Farewell Piko

There’s a grinding just outside the window,

A rumbling just beyond the door.

Crashing, heavy, blow by blow,

Timbers breaking,

Rippers raking,

Shuddering up beneath the floor.

**

I had to walk up to the crossroad

To witness what I knew to be;

Heavy trucks that, load by load,

Iron crumbling,

Bricks a-tumbling,

Were breaking Piko’s; I had to see.

**

It always had to come, I guess.

Nothing could delay the end.

That elegance reduced to mess,

Grandeur falling

Down, appalling,

Before my eyes; good-bye old friend.

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