The city’s skin is tender to the touch
With concrete cracks in pavement’s flesh of gray.
The blinding sun reveals almost too much
When bones of steel do glitter on display.
The tow’ring glass reflects the passersby
Who rarely look to see their mirrored mouths
Nor meet with glance a stranger’s friendly eyes
As bodies move from north to west to south.
This city breathes: a heaving sort of gasp
As horns exhale and echoes lose their sound
E’en pleasant sounds become a vicious rasp;
Cacophony treads patience to the ground.
When cities loom and wavering mouths constrain
Hear keenly for humanity’s refrain.
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