City Status

this city breathes

differently, a constant

low register pulse

the watchful parental

growl of an ever-alert

mothership,

an ethereal force field

visible only in ultra-violet

shimmers across the city’s

steely glass skeletal shell,

there were farmsteads here

once, rooted in this rich

dark soil, small villages

heartbeats, identities

with their own songs, true

strong names chiselled

into stone from the

Domesday Book and

beyond, homesteads

once to the manor born,

one seismic cosmic event,

one alien cultural collision,

supernatural, radical urban decree,

city status, life would

never be the same

Published by grahamrsherwood