The City of Eminence

Above the city of supposed eminence they watch,

perched like winged beasts, obese with indolence

forgotten by its makers of wood and steel.

They clutter skylines like dead lights on trees,

mapping a constellation of vigilant insecurities

for apathetic eyes to ignore.

Long overdue for seasons upon seasons,

the ancient relics lost their ability to fly, and instead

beg, some still filled with tears, to be pushed from

their tower of shame;

But there is no shame in a city of eminence.