The cement company shows up at the city's largest park and goes to work.
First, a cement river full of cement goldfish and cement turtles;
Some mistake the river for a sidewalk and drown.
Next, cement pigeons and other birds...
Branches fall everywhere--
Lines are down.
Across the city, cement birds fly out of telephones and crash heavily into framed landscapes which fall from the wall.
At the park, work continues.
Cement children appear, presenting cement bouquets.
Cement adults are charmed.
The sun, also cement now, shines down, strangely cheerful.
Look at the city we have made, say the workmen.
Come and live with us
Among the statues.