Hong Kong – A Villanelle

As stars rise above Victoria Peak,
They could well be electric lights
Hanging low, so bright and bleak

Endless streams of traffic streak
Up Nathan Road, and out of sight
As stars rise above Victoria Peak

The markets, full of garbled speak
Neon street-signs crowd the night
Hanging low, so bright and bleak

Hordes of people on the street
The narrow pavements are packed tight
As stars rise above Victoria Peak

Furtive shadows flit and sneak
Hazy incense smoke takes flight
Hanging low, so bright and bleak

The city buzzes, whirrs and creaks,
A machine churning through the night,
As stars rise above Victoria Peak,
Hanging low, so bright and bleak