The last gasps of a building

Seen about a week ago from my rear window ...


The demolition reached the first floor.

A forest of reinforcing steel bars surges from the scarred walls that remain standing.

The moans of the dying building can be heard under the pneumatic jack hammer whose enormous steel head, hovering over its open wounds, is looking for the next weak spot to attack.

Soon, the horrible noise that has been going on six days a week for the last few months will stop, and, from a vast gaping hole in the ground, a new building will rise.