In cold air, under concrete,
grey shadows point of blackness,
steel shelter sheets of glass,
a walled fortress warps in the frost-filtered gloom.
In the sweaty sky, blueness is a toxicity,
saffron and cumin dance,
ash and smog paint muted murals.
There is a sound of feet marching,
long, short, steps of extinction,
shadowy futures flicker in the sun,
a dark night beckons.