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 bitumen 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