Humour
her a little
She is
trapped in the fumes
Of
ancient cities
Transmogrified
to its worst
In
present days
Humour
her a little
When
her head spun
At the
piercing thought
Of
this city blowing fumes
Into
the Earth’s belly
Humour
her a little
She
crawled to this city
Fleeing
her dark homeland
In
search of the sweet smell
Of
warm Earth to feel between her fingers
Humour
her a little
For
the trail of her rediscovery
Of
peace and purpose
Was
pulled down by tractors
Burnt
out by real estate contractors
Humour
her a little
Her
guts choked with smoke
Her
lungs bled of distaste
For
the city’s despicable ways
Chasing
her around the world again
Humour
her a little.
24 October 2012.
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