That sky engulfing me,
That infinity fable,
Treeteeth grinning, tongueroads beguiling
Come on, rise to your future, they seduce.
This illusion of normal, betrayed by the underpass woman, praying to her splinter of light, as the sky falls into her, exhaust filling.
I see dust in your old homes,
The new city's skewers labouring upwards,
Arabian sails and Asian palaces, beauty in rectangle town.
I see hips and sandals, hair anxious in fingerknots,
Last year's tinsel your jewellery,
Hope in your reflection,
It's your time now.
Make way, make way, destroy, regrow.