Comparing medieval and metropolitan imagery.
Sunshine breaks through clouds of fliers
Scattered o’er the worn brick walls
Lighting up the asphalt mires
Where the hip waifs hold their balls.
Engines roaring, taxis squawking,
Like the wind and birds of yore;
Children dancing, laughing, talking;
Parents urge “of care have more!”
Mighty towers; guards and wagons;
Feudal lords with serfs who sweat;
After hours, numbing flagons;
People known but never met.
Æons coming, æons going,
Never changes much the heart
In the end, despite our growing,
We will not have left our start.