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Three Looming Cranes in the Distance. ~ Lee Rourke
Posted in Lee Rourke, poetry on April 6, 2007 by savagemannersShe stood with her back to the wall and pulled up her skirt; the moss was damp under our feet.
“Stop! A Wolf!” she cried.
I stopped. I looked around. A dog had appeared. It was a dog. It was definitely a dog.
“It’s a dog!” I exclaimed.
The dog, on hearing this, scampered. She shrugged. We continued; the moon peeking out from behind a carbon monoxide-blackened London cloud. I thought of Un chien andalou.
The razorblade; the peeling eyeball.
I peered back over her shoulder, one eye open, half concentrating, and noticed three looming cranes in the distance.
They stood like gargantuan automations; moving like automations; reaching like automations; swinging like automations; working the night shift like automations.
Somewhere up there in the black night three men are controlling progress, I thought.
Then she pulled down her skirt and we walked, arm in arm, back to the boozer, without saying a word.
Lee Rourke 2007
