As when the earthquake rocked Candlestick Park in 1989
and bleachers rose and fell as if a wave passed under and
we sat, breathless, gazing, waiting for the next wave, for
the shaken stadium to crack,
so now we, sitting on the sidelines, as it were, on bleachers
in a stadium of our own, may nightly observe, spellbound,
in passive fascination, the deft undoing of what we once
had thought would long endure.