Thursday, March 31, 2005

NYC

Man fornicating with commerce has bred a giant
which is now larger than he.
This beast,
striding across the Earth,
leaves concrete footprints in itís wake.

In some unworldly merger
It Breeds
hatching fingers reaching for heaven,
those towers pointing at the sky
which harbour the thinkless employees
who perpetuate that which is
and to them
necessarily
always must have been.

We call this progress.

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