Poem that came into my head whilst walking home. Then written and polished later on. Enjoy!
The tunnel closes in behind
The metallic webbing stretches across the skyline.
It seals me within it's cold embrace.
Orange rust. Peeled paint. Acrylic spray
Shows the name of lovers past.
Carved like trees in this steely forest.
The gravel underfoot slopped think with tar.
The stones die. Bitumen oceans and fossilised.
Mud and tyre tracks break the veins of grime
Grass weed from crevice thrust for the overcast skies.
A clutter of musical tunes rumble the streets
Plastic covered grinding animals. Automobiles.
Within screech parasitic beings sheltered from wind and rain
Huddled for warmth as they jump host to host.
Grey marbled concrete blocks, tens of stacked eyes
Inside bugs scuttle along the underbelly like lice.
Each day the insects crawl from this giant creature,
9 to 5, 9 to 5 they march onward for valued papers
gleaming disks of golden colour stored in plastic cards.
Soulless, meaningless insects.