City Poem by Chloe Lubinska

I see the streets they're feeble
Circulating fright
Like a helicoidal river
Disposing empty lives
I hear the towers shrieking
They echo in the night
And in through to morning
Where children fly their kites
I feel the sky eroding
A solemn lone disguise
Gases keep on crawling
To domesticate a fight
I smell the scent of dying
In the air alight
Reflects the silky stillness
That keeps us all alive
I taste the water's surface
Gently and so light
So ripples won't incarnate
As if it's turned to ice
And its only in the stillness
Do we become not nice