Ray Samuc- A Poem

The Build

Searing high rises, brimming

over sunken shadows; there's a newness

to this gravity

now the sun is halved on hunched shoulders,

and startled birds

follow their deepened flutters, 

spraying the scraped sky.

The fidelity of the stately statue

honours the dead: freshly pristine

it boldly reflects in the Goliath of glass.

How they swiftly came and left, hardened hats

deep rumbles; here is our blood, sweat.

Ray Samuc is an administrator and philosophy graduate from the North West of England. He has had a poem published recently in Black Poppy Review and in other journals including Blue Lake Review and others. You can read his poems here; raysamucpoetry.wordpress.com