It starts in one far corner with a spark,
then a sharp smack like a stonemason
opening a seam that spreads to lace
chasing cobwebs up every wall.

We engineers watch playback,
dumbstruck by our own precision
as each cued section detaches
to tumble like flaking gold.

Most beautiful are the spaces
where there once was glass,
the very air there shatters
refracting a black sky.

And the dome
my god
when it fell
my heart.