The Beauty of the MetropolisA Poem by MontagThe Beauty of the
Metropolis As bees in field immersed in bramble alert, alone, are wont to gambol
we vie for prizes, argue cases gather up the world in flowery phrases tho belief in fanning wings elapse and colonies collapse on top of us and panic render orphans of stingers left, in tender portions of the populace who in the flight from ruined lives settle in reclusive hives those honey-filled, prismatic cells the tamper-proof, bespoken hells the beauty of the metropolis. And if a stranger stop to greet a fellow drone bee on the street to ask why we invest in lives together in the ashes of so many sad returns he will say there's so much beauty, sometimes it burns. © 2024 Montag |
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Added on August 5, 2024 Last Updated on October 23, 2024 |