Shutterstock Cityscape Courtesy Smithsonian Magazine

Cityscape

From the distance spires,

of glass and steel arise.

so far above dreary castles' keep,

to puncture deep, the skies.

So far above the streets below,

where sounds float up and heard,

a heady feeling of superiority,

anchored cloudlike like a bird.

Testament to the power of mammon,

a statement of engineering prize.

Defying earthly gravity, elevatoring,

ever higher to where only bird flies.

Below the natural wilderness,

covered over with streets of pave,

with token trees and shrubbery,

destroying what nature gave.

Creating a sterile stark place for those,

without high-paying jobs and fancy clothes.

Who eke out a troubled living in the streets,

with trickle-down cake, not bread, for eats.

An ever fragile infrastructure,

buoying everything built so high up.

Defying gravity has its price,

time will know when to disrupt.

For cities can last for millennium,

or be destroyed in seconds' whim.

They will not see their demise in time,

but eventually, wilderness will win.

Mother nature knows how,

to heal its scars in due time.

Nature is the best landscaper,

and it doesn't cost a thin dime.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull 

3/14/19

You can read this poem at my website here.