Vine covered skyscrapers stand tall,
seeking and sapping scraps of leftover life,
near and far.
As a gentle gust uncoils itself,
from the snare of a clinging history,
the fragment of a dead leaf is blown,
into the clutches of tormented trees.
Standing bare,
they fumble feebly at the incoming breeze,
fighting farcically.
As the wind weakens,
it whisks arid soil;
over the bones of dystopia.
seeking and sapping scraps of leftover life,
near and far.
As a gentle gust uncoils itself,
from the snare of a clinging history,
the fragment of a dead leaf is blown,
into the clutches of tormented trees.
Standing bare,
they fumble feebly at the incoming breeze,
fighting farcically.
As the wind weakens,
it whisks arid soil;
over the bones of dystopia.