The air sucks at my breath.
The buildings cuddle and stretch, drawing
my eyes towards a hazy sky.

The Sun could well be the Moon, exhausted,
smudged by the surrounding smog. Noise
clogs my ears and a sea of heat compounds my fears
of young cities condensing so much. Such little
space that even lizards scramble clumsily for shade.
Those lucky enough can chill out and stir their
expensive Manhattans, knowing that bills have been paid.

The sea is being filled – land for build
is populated by cranes, jabbering up empty buildings
for the rich to waste their money in. A girl
is bitten, and I become smitten with her shape
in the rising Sun. Something tells me that
this place has just begun.