drowning in a city is easy, smog covers the scene, you can choke as loudly as you want to and your next door neighbor will have the decency to look surprised when the ambulance arrives; he does not know you, nor you him and that’s…

Train tracks like a tattoo Down the arm of my city Bogged down in boom time Every house tells Of another boom that flared Then died Cities aren’t trees They are built for industry Not for beauty Or the practicality Of water and air Or…