Ballerinas in Chrome
The building downtown: The earth is razed and another behemoth rears. From the froth of liquid concrete a snarl of rebar bones like a thousand rib cages bared to the sky. Unclothed clods of earth desiccate, mud smear, the ground lifted and turned over into trucks that groan and bow in praise and mourning. Miles of rebar trucked in, cement trucks pirouetting, pinwheeling ballerinas in chrome.