And the dust settles on another day
Of mobile libraries and fly posters

The skin of the evening before my eyes
Is diseased with flaming tail lights
Racing one another for home

Streetlights hang in the distance
Polluting the mist
Forsaking the sunset
As I float towards the fiery horizon

Yellow pinpoints fade into the haze
The filth this town is trapped beneath
All the people caged in shoeboxes
Living in the shadows of high rise
Strangled by streets choking to their death

Concrete shells litter the landscape
Ghosts of factories
Once the beating heart of the town…
But now they are hollow
Deceased, empty
Claimed by rampant disease

Death is in the air…
In the shards of glass
Which litter the pavements
There is no life for us now
Not here
Not in the towers
Or the miles of tarmac…

Our hearts cry for release.

01/15/2001

Posted on 05/19/2005
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