Breathing Steel

I've buried my heart in a sea of concrete
Where fingers of steel and glass
Reach into the sky to feel for the stars

Mouths with lung cancer breathe black clouds in the air
Where they float in slow motion and stay
Like frozen candy destined to rot through the day

Synapses stimulated by the heartbeat of neon lights
Noises and sounds fly like busy bees
On the wind in my ear where they spread their disease

Overwhelmed by the beauty of our constructions
I had so many questions to ask
But the earth turns so fast

Clay, water, wood and plants
Shown in containers of glass
Objects of art

Plastic, foams, metal and fuel
Fused into new forms of life to walk our paths
But they leave no footprints that will last