White Space City

White space
skyline
where
architecture lives
and dies with the
numbers of
windows,

and I
engineer the
rows beneath.

A city that
never sleeps to
entertain gangsters,
addicts
and a disingenuous
sadness old
men campaigned on but
was ingrained in us from
the first
act.

White space
city
none would
be considering were
they not born into its
wards,

with installed
basketball courts to stay hands
from dunking higher.

And yet, when
the
empire’s
atmosphere rains fire,

I’m expected
sacrifice to put out
its vertical peaks.

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