In God We Trust, Megalopolis

Parallel metaphors of human relationships and buildings.

The tomorrow daze overtake yesterday's civic escapades
Arriving over the edge of the city, tongue tied and reticent to move
At night, the buildings burn bright from the light
The cold, spent flames inside somehow still drive tethered by their might
March of the beat, shuffling these city streets, incomplete towers
Skyscrapers creep a glacier's pace, inches into feet
Every whatever, weather night they like to go out and close the gap
Overlapped, one story shorties up to the highest, heaven-scraping glories
Paranoid and jealous of their satellite counterparts
Who pilots the final frontier?
Silence fuming beneath the veneer, standing next to each other for a hundred years
Electricity hums it's own lullaby
and the evening's starry night sky is a blinking canvas
of swinging satellites and starlight pride.
The city's pulse exhales through every open heat vent
Doctors label the disease ridden as they find it convenient
A structure's proximity to another does not ensure it's safety
Anymore than style and design bring to mind the only type of skyline
Stylistically spectacular, prioritized, peacock feathers across the concrete cavalcade
Graffiti murals by mobile parlors, preening, beaming light in the sky
Steam and frost stretch the city across
Its cold out and slippery, brick houses migrate uptown
Downtown is harder to keep the heat in, share the heat, spread it around
Christmas lends a spiritual presence to the mission
On the wish list, block by block, old and scheduled for demolition
They can't listen to what was said
They have no eyes to read what was read
The windows are the eyes of the soul
The architects are similarly confused
They wipe dry their eyes with yesterday's news
They celebrate sloppily, celebrate themselves
Monuments, symbols and whatever else

Reviews

[DeathbyGarlic]

This is pretty powerful, especially coupled with the right music (for me, something somber from the post-rock genre). I didn't quite see the parallel to human interactions until the last ten or so lines, at which point it hit me like a bus.
This poem brings up images of a city which holds humanity perfectly within it's condos, alleys, offices, streets and slums. It leaves me with a feeling of sober understanding and yearning for the imagery to continue.