the black and white city
sits in sullen slumber
waiting for sunlight
to enact further
actions
and reactions
that black and white city
thinks itself
equal and opposite
never apposite
when dealing
with its own misgivings
this black and white city
is alive with history accepted
but dead to archaeology hidden
under heavy hubris of faux-futuristic present
divided we hold our breath
bobbing for anything
ruled by the whip hand of
of our black and white city
