Throb and wail, pulse and hum
The street is where it all begins
Where men fall upon it’s concrete catwalks
Like pennies on a marble floor
Spinning circles of silver brilliance
Before their gone.
In the rain.
Electric lights pulse and thrum
All-Nite Drive-Thru
Promising answered prayers and neon wishes
Like music.
Tears.
Laughter.
Throbbing and wailing into the smoky distance.
And the reflections in the glassy lake
Envision concrete monoliths
Dancing with their streamline counterparts
Contour lines of workmanship
Resplendent in the rainy light.
Steel girders. Support. For some.
Seen for miles around.
From the smoky distance.
Rippling glass photographs
The birds in the silent sky
Upside down and inside out.
Their jets of smoky gray white streaming out behind them.
Air-bussing money from A to B.
Interconnected everything.
Eco-friendly.
Like confederate flags
Unwanted
Necessary.
The city ignites.
And the ships deliver Life and Death from port to port.
Before disappearing off.
Into the distance.
The smoky distance.
Sometime later.
After the war.