the crumbling quarry
Up on the mountains that oversee Jerusalem,
there once lived a quarry where machines and men ate into the mountainside,
in turn feeding other machines that digested the stones and earth, turning them to powder
that other men could use to make their own brand of stones and earth, and build homes and roads.
The bellowing clouds of dust which incessantly encompassed the nearby town
eventually led to a citizen revolt, which led to the quarry being shut down, two decades ago.
Abandoned and derelict, its skeletal remains crumble slowly but somehow majestically.
Perhaps absorbed at night, with no soul to witness, back into the scarred terrain.