The National Obesity Problem

The View

The window
looks out
upon the twilight
of an apprehensive morning
slowly turning grey
in the sunless dawn
such a long night
has finally broken
into an appropriate day

Cutting through
the industrial sky
rain falls orange
on the street below
and sparks up
into an angry ballet

Inexorable concrete
reinforced
with latticed steel
rises monolithic
imposing it's dimensions
upon the horizon

Buildings
clothed in shadows
are sentinal
standing to attention
locking out the night
locking in
the workers of the earth

The prisoners
of oppression
sleep and awake
in poverty
and the soul
is a silver thread
spun upon a reel
and life
is more
than the mind can know
but less
than the heart can feel.