I see through the confusion of the hour as the February wind rushes to fill a void with ominous power
The creatures of the world begin their toil
Cars stacked in tight rows , red , green , amber lights assume control
Tabs are paid , tabs are made , hot breakfast on neutral tables , neutral
dining halls  , neutral patrons
Painted roadways inflict order , revolving doors , crosswalk children
of gold , bakers mold loaves of bread in need of packaging , airplanes
stack upon concrete runway intersections ,  America's caste system swings into action* ...