Progress Poem by Gert Strydom

Dress your legs with nylons
with cat eyes in between
glowing next to huge pylons
never serene, just weirdly obscene

and destroy every patch of green
with shopping malls and every chain store
disrupting how towns and cities had been
and plant power stations by the score

and be a age totally foul
with scores of minibus taxi's asunder
acting as if without a soul
to kill and to plunder

with the monsters bellowing
smoke like gallows, energizing electrical strings.