Neon Signs

Rotting rinds

Fast food places

Even faster paces

Dim street lamps

Property stamps

Scarecrow trees

Worn faces appease

Chunks of mortar crumbling

From broken buildings

Calm before the storm

Rips all asunder in thorns

So began civilizations decline

Rising with no reason nor rhyme

Cold greed

Clutches need

Humanity amasses crowds

Clenching the bowels

At the center

Of Earth Mother

Can we see –

Birth

In the death

of this society?