She knew the weakness of the structure <br />Was not the crumbling foundation, though she wondered, <br />Time-to-time, its grand design. <br />She applied the remedies, in the spirit of <br />Emergencies. There were logs that propped-up walls and <br />Hastily-made defense positions in the lawn. <br />She became a febrile mole, throwing dirt like Mount <br />Vesuvius - the baroque façade quivered in the earthen onslaught. <br />Jesus, she became a trap door spider, peeking out at every <br />Stranger passing curious in the pelting rain. <br />And the scaffold held a special meaning, all three <br />Stories, meeting in a widow’s peak - the very top <br />Felt every wobble of the planet’s grumbling. <br />She knew the weakness was inside, but could <br />Not set herself aside - that hubris of didactic rationale - <br />And with her blueprints on the table, <br />Inward, one-by-one, the walls, unstable, <br /> <br />Fell. <br /> <br />*From the book: Vapours of Promise, ©2004 - ISBN 1-59526-352-7<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/structural-integrity/
