Fled down an alley,
Away from the surging crowd,
The mass exodus of souls,
Out of the city on the weekend.
The larks drew long and loud,
Upon the reeds in their throats,
Tore new slipstreams to follow,
In the dense, polluted air.
And I limped all sorrow,
On the dirt of this land far from home,
Through another concrete plateau,
The levelled site of thousands of new homes.