A fragile green carpet
Infected by a black concrete sea,
has been scarred by metals with rubber boots
with either happy or sad endings.
A story all the same.
A distinguished avian aristorat.
It's authority could be heard for miles.
Now, it's authority can be heard no more
It's been degraded to live in a metal apartment with three square meals.
A gaint.
A massive icon of shelther and security.
Possessor of centuries like days.
Disintegrated to a back rest.
Fertility is her birthright.
Surplus was her gift to her childern.
The existence of her children are threatened.
One of her childern has chosen
to suckle on all of her tits.
The person in the mirror has a story to tell.
What does it say?
