The Lost Dances of Cranes

Your fields are empty now.

Only your ghosts dance

While cranes of another kind

Dance cities into being.

All that remain of you are

A fading crackle of your energy

And some grainy video footage

That people in the new cities

Will watch to marvel

At the wonders the world

Once held.

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The Lost Dances of Cranes