Reimagined

Camouflaged in invisible dereliction 
The city aches as layers sink with the weight of feet 
fumbling for foothold 
every day it lick its wounds before it sleeps 
only to wake with an even burgeoning need to 
urinate effluent of un-natured nature
so much solid stone in square miles 
the city feels heavy 
and longs to be lesser 
to be a patch of brown dirt
littered with leaves 
once a year alive with song 
instead of this​