Your fields are empty now.
Only your ghosts dance
while cranes of another kind
dance cities into being.
All that remain of you are
a fading crackle of your energy
and some grainy video footage
that people in the new cities
will watch to marvel
at the wonders the world
The International Crane Foundation works to protect crane species across the world.
I'm delighted that this poem has been
included in an English language and literature text book in India. However, if
you are an Indian student who is using this text book, please note - I cannot help you with homework questions that relate to interpreting this poem though I can answer other questions about my poetry in general.