21 March 2009

A Murky Afternoon In Camperdown

The roar of traffic
coruscates at best
when wind is westerly
– leaves no muted
guess to sordid origins

doors attest the beast
is not restrained
by solid walls
or innuendo double-glazing
billion dollar views

the sea
of sound crescendos
with each wave of planes
descending through
the murky afternoon

no place for peace within
this sphere constrained
by noise that oozes
freely from the cities’
seeping pores
© 7 November 2008, I. D. Carswell