Stone, cold, grey - Towering, domineering.
People, Minuscule, inferior
Always solid - unwavering
Old man, weakening with successive waning.
Year upon year, gravity defying, never faultering.
Young man, tumbling, stumbling over life.

Pollution, grime and filth block the pores of life,
Sti fling flesh, rotting in the sweltering heat.
Images shimmer in the haze,
Vision of life, blurred in so many ways!

Stone cascading, buildings wavering,
Backs ,bent double, heart beat fading.
Conquering element, cities falling.
Inevitable destinies drawing nigh.
Clinging desperately to the last silken thread of life.
Old man crying, dying
Now only a dusty shroud
Where once stood the "Soul and the City"

Len Wilby UVI