Highways grow like a gash here
The gash grows labia of buildings, wall by wall
Blocks of industrial premises
Slabs of malls
Fulfilling the human greed
Its need to sprawl
Highways grow like a gash here
The tarmac shudders when juggernauts thrust down
Grunting their oily puffs and sweats of movement
Blackening the trees
Pollution’s ghastly spawn
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