physical city your beauty appalls me
you're the scab after history bleeds
rust and rats in your skirts
comply with eternity
fingered by blind children the
city speaks
surfaces
kilometres steel glass limestone
concrete brick and then a rose
like a burst of
pop trivia
makes their sudden fur rise
swivelling from her desk
the executive's PA
stares
into the heavens
an aircraft
with me
in it
descends