The City

Great slabs
are laid into her maw
like ribbons of death
tied neatly with a concrete bow.
She ruminates on robot wheels,
humanity reduced to steel.
Within her entrails the slow
mutation of a nation breeds.
Is this the unction of man's pity?
The obesity of a city.

by Barry Middleton

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