City Sky By Katherine Horrex

Star sky tastes so blue cake good Such a sweetmeat backdrop Against charnel decay And ominous concrete blocks. Sky scrapers are aptly named Tearing chunks out of it, Shaving and cutting, Here I fear sudden shocks. Silver moon eclipsed by orange, Atmosphere glows angry red, A smell of burnt alloy - You'll leave in a wooden box.

Copyright © 2005  Katherine Horrex

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