ARENA

Each day seems to beget the same patterning as last year's and the previous; it give a feeling which looms deeply embedded into the Colosseum's remaining stone arches, a bit like the one which seeps out from a wine amphora suddenly disrobed in the now; That Coliseum did not fall prey to some vindicative Wisigoth war party, it was 'recuperated' stone by stone by a so called elite bent upon stretching it's own short spanned existence through a raping of its own historic past;

Now, instead of this we just put up mechanized cubes which look more and more like carrots upended into the blue skies, the newer the taller; seeing dogs racing behind the bunny, each an elongated bundle of muscles stretched upon fragile bones, gets one to re assess the verticality of all those overstretched pendula like spindles which stand up for what reason? to better see the horizon?

Then, the only one to still walk the earth upon two feet, is the poor, deemed so because poors migrate as seeds floating upon the wind.