< Poems by Charles Jobson >

In the urban tundra

Seems like a mile high,

this office block,

towering over

sprawling empty streets,

garages deep underground,

corporate departments, places

designed to look grand

but really offering nothing

for the people who wander

through this techno maze,

no reprieve, no refreshment,

just another day of toil.

Someone out there

is benefiting from this

concrete jungle,

steel and fibreglass.

Perhaps some future generation

will break through and glimpse

a shaft of light. Till then

worship this tar and cement.

Charles Jobson. For permission to re-use contact  godfrey@wordsout.co.uk.