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.
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