Stiff iron trusses
skeletonize a building
outlining order
wind whistles over I-beams
flexing, moaning, and rising
Steel lugged upward
welded into false order
chaotic city
don’t pretend order reigns here
litter skitters on the wind
From: the Butterfly
To: the city residents
Sorry my flapping
caused the storm that destroyed your
lovely burgh. I didn’t know.
