Insects On The Skyline
Giant stalking insects, dark lines,
perpendicular steeled high structures
casting vertical shadows at the sky,
grow high at night, unknowingly lonely,
intimidating, calling with a hollow cry.
I shrank back to man's smallness,
beyond sight, or anyone's imagination
to blind a mind devoid of celebration.
No refuge lies there, no peace sign,
city cranes raise their stalked heads,
screaming out for reborn overtures,
seeking safety in the black of night.
I tried to hold my city's tired hands
kneeling on cracked paving joints,
of aged tear stained pavements,
I kissed a lined face of a dear old city.
By Clive Griffiths