Metropolitan

Armand Hemsley

 

The darkness rots, slowly

like a dead leaf

 

Towers loom all around

decaying trees

 

People waiting to commute

patient as a growing cocoon

 

A blur of moving objects

red as fungus, creeping

 

Every white light

an insult to the past

 

Cement setting steadily

clings to your feet like mud

 

Grey dominates the skyline

common as muck