How we build to take ownership Of new land from people already there The desire for something new Accumulating ever more never ending And flags with bands and growing constellations How we find Everything, now, but silence A chequerboard of one-way Some two-way streets On an island with a rectangle of green A trapped, manicured, ground-level heart Surrounded by regular sirens, high and low Inescapably and mournfully melding With air conditioners, steps and honks How we worship Celebrities on pinnacles with power As we strain looking upwards And skateboards skip the lights Chrome-plated façades shine Where slowing down Is not an option
