O'er the City

how sordid
and relentless
this hurricane has been gathering force for years
and is soon to crash upon the distant shore
with a vengeance
and a silent laugh

the sun pours out from behind toxic purple clouds
slowly fading to a filthy blue-gray
I am engulfed in a landscape of stainless steel
and concrete stairways

I sigh through my ascent to the fourteenth floor
an attitude as sterile as the rooms
this view from the top shows the chemical haze
that hovers over this city like impeding death

there are mountains in the distance
that shine a healthy gray
a natural formation we have yet to deconstruct
one of the last standing landmarks that represents an old world order

and as I hesitate from my duties to share a moment with the mountain
we gaze soulfully into each others weary eyes
with the same daydream of Hades
opening a cavern below to swallow this Hell in its entirety
bringing this wasteland and its rulers back from whence they came,
and where they belong;
in the Underworld.

leaving nothing but myself and the mountain
with reciprocated respect.