Day 21. Prompt: two-fer Tuesday, construction poem, deconstruction poem.

Those of us lucky
enough to know
about the
impermanence
of sand castles
were tide-taught,
and knew
that entire realms
can melt to ruin
with a simple tug
from the moon.

Imagine my surprise
when it was I,
beside the pile
of wriggling jelly
in my moat,
who tumbled
numb and melting
to the ground
staring though tears
at my castle
standing tall.