This city, bright and mechanical,
Floating like a flower in an vase
Way up past the skyscraper eyesores.
Surrounding industry.
Inside,
Paths like a Wire Beehive.
Electric pulses
Winding paths
Dropping and rising in the space of petal to stem.
Path termination, kicked out
Into the old air
Far beyond, in the rearview.
Bobbing in the space of nothing.
Drooping a little lower each time.
The city loses its footing
Deflates itself
And the wires uncoil
Falling around the empty field
Under a cloudless sky
At the foot of the steel leviathans.
The monument whimpering with the spasms of a dying animal’s determination,
beyond the rear view's eyes. Imagine, it is still out there, trying.
