The empty skies are where we want to go now
released of our desire
to conceive the next beautiful thing

We prefer the leaden days and starless nights,
industrial landscapes, gaping emptiness,
toxic waste and boredom of no-man’s land
(and no woman decorating a corner with market flowers)

You would not understand
if you thought we wanted to leave for silver shores
or even suburban homes, given the opportunity,
we prefer the empty skies and their agents

to the messenger of a glory
unsung