my city of glass
lies secluded in plain sight,
hiding its avaricious persona
camouflaged behind mirrored
refractions and reflections,

my cuckoo conurbation,
robber baron village devourer
slick consumer of consumers
pell-mell human spa
or hypno-magnetic shangri-la,

my casino of communities
entombed in mummified modernism
preserved under a fickle lens
a confused composite DNA
more helter-skelter than helicoid

my grid mat arterial entity,
that bleeds to oil and polish its
brilliant shimmering dermis
a courageously proud show
carapace, by which I am blinded