building with the smallest pieces
of the smallest wings
on the smallest structures
he erects twelves towers
in the treacherous river
festooned with gray fish
his hands bleed, stung with alcohol
his mind is clear,
he lashes steel girders together
and pours the concrete by hand
with an unearthly heave,
the man conquers the water
and watches PBS
on the other side
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