MK?

This is the city of glass,

that cannot be recognised in plain sight

secluded behind its hidden persona,

refracting and reflecting, camouflaged,

avaricious cuckoo conurbation,

gluttonous consumer of consumers.

 

This hypno-magnetic shangri-la

a village robber baron casino,

devourer of communities

entombed, strangled and

embalmed in modernism

preserved under glass.

 

Its confused composite DNA

a helter-skelter not helicoid

a venal entity, an arterial CO2 grid mat

that bleeds its toxic spew

to polish the showpiece dermis

a brilliant carapace, with which

we are all blinded.

 

© Graham Sherwood 11/2018