The City Is the Closing Chapter, Though the Book Will Never End

The city is the closing chapter,
Though the book will never end.
The city is man's new body
Her workers,
Man is cell.

City is the fluid of action
The lid of self-denial.
She is most graceful in the night
When the mother sun has left the room,
And only electrons teach the Highways
The cars,
And hide the sky's stars
To the cool illusions of our work.

Jagged tombs for our wars,
Cities never learn.
Only ruins acknowledge time.