Skyscraper skeletons creak and play

Pizzicato as they glide and wheeze

Melancholic

Lackadaisical

Conduction of the breeze

Around glass windows twisting

The mist and the winds and the truth

The buildings lean like broken bridges

Covered in rosin dust

Like famine overcome

With an anemic tetanic decay

Unstable they hang like notes

Until the final fall —

Imminent yet inexpungible

Their fragile frames remain sound

Time’s rusted bow rings hollow here

Yet when the fog and dust lift and settle

I hope to inspire deeply

My spirits and this perfect air