Observation Point

Silent faces move en masse across the tired street, each forging its own neural pathway through the twisting brain of this metropolis The engines of commerce roll on with a hustling buzz vehicles intent on arrival diverge onto the concrete arteries and veins that entwine the city From high above the traffic, I watch the travelers flowing over rivers of asphalt streaming with grim purpose toward myriad destinations How like Rome is our modern civilization, awaiting its own fall Dusty sandals have become polished Italian leather marching inexorably toward the devastation that man’s hubris wreaks.