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City

A siren chirps at city towers.

At street level in a high brow city great pressure is felt on the eyes

from the dead weight of stone faced buildings that block out the sky.

Eyes up, chin up, I walk as tall trying to figure out why

they stand and exhale a power which pretends a desire of this life.

At street level, wry headstones impress concrete feelings to eyes

which lower as I confess a dislike of the buildings who refuse to share the sky.

They answer with growls.