Skyscraper shadows overcrowding one another
like weeds strangling flowers,
like undergrowth fighting to face the sun.

Mechanized arms plunge the soil,
scrape away at metallic skeletons of fallen buildings.
The city grows upon itself, the artificial forest,
where new structures grow
from the demolition of previous towers.

The people scurry beneath,
plastering covered underpass with their artists,
hieroglyphics of the modern culture,
cave paintings through canals along the forest floor.