The natureless jungle wakes.
A whole world full of grey
and black battery humans
makeing their way to 40-storey coops.

The last tent city has gone.
No real artists remain in Greenwich.
The poor are shipped to Harlem
and bussed back in overalls.

8:46 AM.
Reports of a plane, a tragic accident.
The worlds media focuses in,
expands the microcosm.

9:03 AM. No accident.
Panic. Anger. Fear. Run,
but where to.
A hundred high-story targets in every direction.

The sick spectacle played out on our television.
We watch. Analyse. React.
3,000 deaths on film.

© James Butler 2010