The sardonic tongues were swinging weight, of course
With uncertain coordinates we staked our aim into vastly bleak entities
We languish with you right here in invisible, beauracratic bogs
Tossing lazy blankets over the labrynthine paper stacks and policies
Humming the ballad of the brutalist did you venture to scaffold the concrete suites?
The folly of casting an effort like a stone; to stir the recursive pond was becoming; yet buried in their stymied sanctity
The mandarin, the official, concocted echoing, chuckling policies and assembled their aptly withering fruits to sell to you and me
To sell to the very trees as insidious disease!
Kafka from these you would have relished to page and made great things
On flaccid concrete stoops we stole yet one more secret glance to sweet wind and supple sunlight to infuse the sleeping beast of beauty