Shapes for Change

The square, triangle, and circle met

By the forest among sprites they wed
By the river their promise kept
But then came concrete -- and they wept.

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Concrete said "change" -- and it came
It whispered "forever" in vain
Since that forever was like
Plastic, battered by rain:

Nature may have laid waste
To the hubris of bad taste
Not claimed by later ages
But the memory remained,

Albeit in powdered form,
Of towers and their hamlets torn.
Unlike stone and clay --

To replace, or excavate --

Concrete lives in nasty limbo.

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So shapes that had once met
In the mystery of the forest
And had resolved, through people's minds
To inspire, and to remind

Why we've all been sent here
From an alien land of ideals
Were now cornered in the brutal
Century of modernity:

That's why they wept!

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There will be light;
It will all be chewed up.
Given their singular plight,
Nature and people *will* overcome --

But for now, there is blight.