Our city

The Hustle and bustle

Trundle and tarry

Shoulder to shoulder

Subterranean sway

Petrol pushed people

In metal on rubber

Millions and billions of miles

Across asphalt

Thousands of gleaming termites

With no mound to be found

A million feet meet concrete

Repeatedly

As people pass people perpetually

Probably poorly prepared

For their destination

Edible air slowly kills

All its parents

Who dare not deter

Birthing more for their progress

Steel birds do not flap

Yet they soar far and wide

Cross-pollinating

metropoli

Earth’s blood on the ocean

Both ferried and spilled

Serving cessation

To life down below

Our city contributes

It does its part

As we keep spinning

Back into the dark