The Eagles (NaPoWriMo Day 21)

Fully ignoring all prompts today.

The Eagles

Gleaming pillars reach into the sky
an unlikely structure to arise
in the middle of London.

What voracious ambition called forth
this creation as a home for the pile
high ambitions of the "working man".

Emotions hammered down with
unbreakable nails are allowed
to float like speculative ghosts.

Only when there is a meaningless
victory on the horizon.
Why does something that means nothing,
means everything, and gives purpose and joy
to millions of lives.

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