Slate, like tears of ash and arrogance
Tranquil, eerie calm dusts the world
with sonnetary silence;
icy and dry
Bleak, like the humbling of a lion into a lamb
numb, saddened by the loneliness
of isolation amidst these metallic city blocks;
Empty and overpopulated
Wise, like tendrils of aging knowledge
wispy, straying like bits of gravel
Frosted with a fragile, glasslike hope;
Shameful and abandoned
Bland, like dead spices crawling back to life
weakened, frozen like transfixed ballerinas
pirouetting in apathetic courtesies; cold and silver;
Wrongly glorified and sterling
