We live where light and rust
Mount in measured layers
Like lovers without lust,
Or gods without prayers.
Who invented the bridge,
That fluvial sacrilege,
Or endless skyscrapers
Assailed by old newspapers?
They can’t blot out the sky
Or dry up the rivers —
Just twist the eye awry
Till the brainstem quivers.
Throw light on slabs of glass
And vertigoes will pass.
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