Terminal as a house in the past (tense)

built by hands the bled
working from one shift straight into the next
overtime
buildings and cobble stoned streets and marble heads and stones for the memory of men
raised high and then gutted
overtime
torn clothing hanging on the end of empty flag poles
these where our emblems
our shreds now ghosts
over
the imprint of heavy work boots in the mud
heads hang low in the rain
they seek shade from a burning sky
over
they wait in line for the daily rations
a piece of paper in the place of a piece of bread
time
how many go down and come up alive?
one murmurs what all others think
hard
to
assemble
but
easy
to
take
apart





history
he murmurs
as all others think
and move in line
overtime