Saturday, November 2, 2019

Smokestack Simulacra

I look out upon the caustic skyline
riddled carcinogenic with industry;
the smokestacks defacing the horizon
in ebullient haze.

Trapped in Cosmopolis,
in its grinding toil.
Foolishly racing between beacons
blinking feverish fluorescent desolation.

This Metropolitan inculcation is corrosive:
a virus of callous ambition and 
bartering mendacity.

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