She knew the weakness of the structure br Was not the crumbling foundation, though she wondered, br Time-to-time, its grand design. br She applied the remedies, in the spirit of br Emergencies. There were logs that propped-up walls and br Hastily-made defense positions in the lawn. br She became a febrile mole, throwing dirt like Mount br Vesuvius - the baroque façade quivered in the earthen onslaught. br Jesus, she became a trap door spider, peeking out at every br Stranger passing curious in the pelting rain. br And the scaffold held a special meaning, all three br Stories, meeting in a widow’s peak - the very top br Felt every wobble of the planet’s grumbling. br She knew the weakness was inside, but could br Not set herself aside - that hubris of didactic rationale - br And with her blueprints on the table, br Inward, one-by-one, the walls, unstable, br br Fell.