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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.
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.