Gang of Thieves
- Nolcha Fox
- Aug 27, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 27, 2024
They rise, they say, to give us room
to live and work and play.
They say that space is precious.
Upward mobility has its price.
Look closely at the buildings,
the rooftops, claws and bludgeons.
They abduct air. They burgle breeze.
They want to snatch the sky.
inspired by
Day 17 of the Landay Challenge, who stole the breeze, in the Garden of Neuro Institute Poetry Circle
https://amanpan.com/2024/08/27/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-sky-scraping/
"They abduct air. They burgle breeze.
They want to snatch the sky."
I love this description of abducting, burgling, and snatching
A poignant poem, Nolcha
This reminds me of Ayn Rand's novel - Fountain Head. The female protagonist loves the Ney York skyline made from human effort so much that she wants to cover it with her body to protect it from danger.
Your poem rings true, Nolcha. Pushing nature out of the way to keep erecting buildngs will and already has its consequences.