Huge Piece of Building

So big it blocks out the sky, so big it could be the sky

and us under it. Us the insects beneath the flat rock

some titan hand has lifted to peek under. Us the dirt

those insects walk on and burrow through. Us the end

of this, okay? Enough! At the butt of a skyscraper staring up

the man on the ledge is visible, but only just. And it’s just

we’ll only know him if he jumps, though he knows us now.

From where he stands, he sees us swarming. The red eyes

of our emergency vehicles. The flashes of our cameras.

And between us, a whole building rests like a bridge

we were never meant to cross. And on that bridge is a sign

we were never meant to read, though they knew we would try.