Reconstruction overnight
Of a city burning bright
Students of Blake as am I
To take away the corporate sight
A school remade to serve the few
A wall painted to hide the hue
Of things both born of black and gold
The ornate create and break the mold
As shifts in wind distort the town
Black and gray morph into clown
Those who stay will soon be known
As those who claimed art as their home
I do not fully understand what must be several layers of meaning here (“Black and gray morph into clown”???)
That said, I love it! Please keep the poems coming.