Cranes Remix

I’m afraid the vista spreads crane’s wings,
and running on the ground they can see what stays.
Wanted meal, insects, worms and nymphs, and fresh drinking water, they are neck in neck.
I see traffic, the car can not push any further.
Contamination and driver, lust and greed and speed.

This is a remix. I translated a poem named Cranes I found on the web back and forth between various languages, then I sampled it.
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1393 Hudson Avenue

0490 China Basin

0678 19th Street

0010 Ils Lane

2903 Richard Henry Dana Place

0810 Egbert

0003 Pier 98 (Heron's Head)

0642 19th Street

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