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We called it 'The Monsters House'
First
Because it had no windows and was made of concrete
It had a lighthouse tower
Only a tiara on tiny red lights to warn planes
In fog and like May
Was always in thick blankets
Of grey days stacked
On holidays most years
There was some decor
As if it could fit in
With the community
It stood on the Pacific Coast
Line and you could draw a line
Home from any spot
Within range
Like Babel
It spoke of neither here
Nor there
A power plant
It became powerless,
Nothing like plants
Holding sun
I tossed out my anchor
With the security of pillars
Standing strong
Eternal and moral
You can guess
How it crumbled
Like sand
Decommissioned, dethroned
And deleted
From the horizon
As the world spun
On and on
I stood
Still
Ashes go nowhere
Nobody will remember
A solid building
Of imagination.
Image: Self, taken in front of Monster's House (Cbad-Tamarack) March 2020 (D.O.D.-date of destruction)
