over and over, they rotate
blades catching the wind
pockets of air forming on one side
then pulling them toward it

though the wind presses against the front, threatening the motion
the force of the lift is stronger than the drag, this ceaseless push and pull
turning the rotor
over and over — to the pride of
the lone watcher who
had no hand in its construction
made no profit from its completion

for this monument
is as much their creation
as any of the scientists, engineers and construction workers
who came together
and built the future

but under this exposure
a thought, a fear, strange yet familiar
is brought to light

more and more
those who stand here
after they have left
and are long gone
will find these pillars
by the sculptors of progress
chiseling it down
into a foundation
for what is to come

and in time
what once was a beacon
is now a monument
in a world they were barely able to hold on to

the wrongs that were needed to right the future,
the injustices to those who were unjust
are to be the crimes they will never be punished for
the shame they will never have to bear

for no one will ever know
and in time
no one will even understand

what had to be done
for the future

and though it burned, scalding them
they laughed it off
they laughed it all off

because they knew
a paradise like this
can only be built
by people like them

and so
the blades are pushed on
against the wind
over and over
a new chapter in our history

each a little brighter than the last

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J.D. Harlock
J.D. Harlock is an Arab writer/editor based in Beirut. He is the Poetry Editor at Solarpunk Magazine, the Poetry Editor at Orion’s Belt, and the Outreach Manager at Utopia Science Fiction Magazine. You can find him on Twitter @JD_Harlock.