The Red Crane by Peter Gidlund

The Red Crane by Peter Gidlund
 
The red crane stands high above its work
moving and assembling the pieces of
its industry bulldogs and oxen amble
around the ground, dragging lumber and iron
the titan's blueprints had been conceived long ago.
Committees, congresses, and councils had
sent their counsel to mount the tower
Zeus claimed to have  killed the last of them in
the Titan war, but they still oversee our streets,
sentinels of order, shielding us mortals
from the elements, or as they would say,
from the reaches of Poseidon's smalt rain,
Zeus's poltroon bolts, and the rainbow of
Artemis's dogs, hogs, and other wild things. 
Its eyes are hard and clear, dotted all over
its surface, like Argus and the peacock.
They come in all shapes and sizes, varying
in styles and manners,
but all of these titans, must be built,
so they all must be destroyed.