The sound of stranger’s
laughing and talking
while they are walking
cannot compete

with the rough sound
of the rusty train
rolling in the distance,
cause it disintegrates
all other noises
that life makes.

The white grey clouds
that chase the days away
at a dragon’s pace
cannot contend with

the heavy
acid laced
horrors
that threaten
to overrun the heavens.

The brown tree’s
multi-colored leaves
with its’ long trunk,
and the white blooms
that flourish
under the moon’s
same colored glory,

will not thrive
or even survive
life in the cracks
of this concrete city.