A Concrete Wilderness





Elevator glides linear,

mooring at cubular countries,

then sails.



Cacophony  carousel,

a murder of business,

monetary lint.



Above the 19th floor,

vultures slowly surf

September afternoon.



When EMS arrives,

the woman with heart

palpitations decides to be well.



The parking lot

is ticket heaven,

another courier arrives.



On this carousel,

the centre falls apart,

spins into the away



of cold shoreline

and doors which remain

permanently closed.