Work in Progress

Debris strewn
Scaffoldings fixed
All preparations are in place
The sign is up for all to see
The work is in progress

The stones and shingles,
reunite in the rolling concrete
separated from their mighty father
By exploding holes, filled with fire
The work is in progress

Machines still obey
The hands that push the lever
Bucket full of concrete
Pour out into preset mould
The work is in progress

Columns rise
The beams reach out
The skeletons are shaping up
Yet devoid of life
The work is in progress

The bricks and mortar combine
Walls rise to meet the roof
in these enclosed spaces
someone one will strive to live
The work is in progress

The plaster and paint
Hide the unruly bricks
pipes and cables, form the veins
the empty space light up bright
The work is in progress

The cubicles of existence pile up
Each a cauldron of another life
Doors filter the visitors
A cocooned story is being scripted
The work is in progress

The house is complete
Inhabitants fill the stark emptiness
With sounds, shapes and stories
Happiness and sorrows coexist
The work is in progress

A new foundation is dug
The blades cut through the soft skin
The wounds lay exposed
No cries of the earth is heard
The work is in progress

What are we building
What do we create
Is it a life being scripted
Or the end is in making
Either way
The work is in progress