dirt

tour through town

dust swirls round

settles on all crooks ’n crannies,

unseen layers pouring down

the gleaming paint,

glass an’ even golden steel,

some seem sheltered, in a haze

but everywhere smears the taint

beneath the elusive facade

the pulverized molecules

of rust and rot

is illusion soaked in real sod

how wretched, how blind

how vain, how stubborn

tho’ micro short, lives unwind grave to dust of human kind