A vista of trite monotony painted by a rapacious hand.
A magnet pulling workers tethered daily by its rubber band.
It spreads its tentacles widely in the early hours,
To cluster them together locked in its glazed towers.
London from above is an abscess on an eye
It lacks a soul, a passion, any love flowing by.
An overshadowed river, no chances to live anew
Desolate, forgotten places when life once grew.
Take my mind off this vision
To a place where I can breathe without a sigh.
Lay my heart there to rest
Without the carnage saw from up high.
© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.