Time flies
Charming old buildings left for dead
No longer telling stories
In moving images
Powerful sounds
Idling in a world that demands purpose.
But Time finally swings
A weighty pendulum
On the old cinema.
As the metal ball strikes
The walls respond
With a deep roar,
A futile protest
As the building bleeds sand
In its dying breath
Are clouds of dust
And ghostly images
Of our first dates, last dates
First loves,
Failed relationships
And blissful family outings.
All must give way
For an increased capacity
That would hold the dreams
Of valuable newcomers.
Those with memories
Will soon become memories
Worthless like the sand and broken bricks
To be shoveled and trucked
Out of the way.
© Chan Joon Yee
poet: Chan Joon Yee
photographer: Chan Joon Yee
model: He Zongyi
location” former Queenstown Cinema
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