Fade In:
People wearing masks
Ride their bicycles through
A skyline of exhaust fumes and
Dirty, blackened smoke.
Their lungs irritated
By the invisible particles that corrode
Metal frames and
Alveolar walls.
RING RING
Go their bells as they
Cross the road and
Casually turn right
Into the unmarked bloodstream.
 
Fade In:
A sickly orange sun
Climbs above the
Rigid concrete monoliths;
Grubby metallic fingers that
Cast a shadow
Over streaming crowds,
As a filthy fog
Settles
Over a city
Where Angels now fear
To tread.
 
Fade In:
Automobiles find that they have
Been cast as ‘Unwanted guest #3’,
Whilst smutty furnaces
Spew out their final
Lewd gestures to a hazy
And judgmental sky.
In amongst the bathwater
A grimy sponge is washed away,
Leaving only the fragrance of a
Thousand burning photocopiers
To sate the billions