Cityscape

by Fuji

Rising from the mud –

People.

Spilling onto the streets,

barking useless words;

a loud silence.

People.

Sandwiched in cars,

Pain. Flaring tempers

emit thick, cloudy smoke.

Duty in their eyes,

their loneliness suffocates

even themselves.

Some try to run – to

nasi lemak, teh tarik,

ice?

and sometimes,

broken bodies in warm beds

temporary reprieve – and

knowingly destructive.

Red runs in their veins.

In burning, sweltering heat

people walk, blind.

Day blushes, and

fades –

the air flickers,

awash with

fluorescence.

The twins rise above

the rest – their light colors

the heavens;

And they stand,

watching

and waiting.