City of Exiles
In search of the beating heart,
I found hollow.
The which, I’m told
Is all potential.
"The air is clean, the ground is good,
"Come and choose your neighbourhood."
In search of lucent soul,
I found implanted
Uprooted wisdoms
Of a dozen nations
"The roads are straight, the way is clear,
"There’s nothing left for you to fear."
In search of a pretty face,
I found a plastic Pandora
Whose gifts were grown
In a test-tube.
"But we’ve got trees, and we’ve got grass,
"You cannot say we’ve got no class."
In search of a home
I found a house
Which is better
Than being without
World after end.
Amen.