Big Smoke

It’s a shaming disgrace you can’t see

stars in this place.

The citadel towering to the east,

across the murky river in the docklands,

leaks rich light that skewers the swelling smog.

The muzzy haze encompassing the yellow moon

shall soon wash the edgy earth to sea.

Haven’t you heard polar bears are drowning?

© Robert Herbert 2006