landing approach

physical city your beauty appals me
scab after invasion blood
rust and rats in your skirts
comply

tickled by blind children
you spew on them
surfaces
kilometres of steel glass limestone

concrete brick and then a rose
like a burst of pop trivia
makes a sudden fur rise
through needles

swivelling from her desk
the executive’s PA
stares
into the heavens

an aircraft
with me
in it

descends