Forwarded from ⫷ Bouillon ⫸
Looking out on what used to be
Crumbling, crackled parking lots of misery
Occasioned with vaguely rectangular shapes
Of hollowed-out concrete cityscapes
Across the asphalt where little can grow
Fading golden lines saying where not to go
Once crafted for efficiency and direction
Now open lies in decaying dissection
The deserted den of the apex predators
Built by kings and merchant creditors
Reclaimed by what once was under their heel
Its baffling to think this was all once real
Crumbling, crackled parking lots of misery
Occasioned with vaguely rectangular shapes
Of hollowed-out concrete cityscapes
Across the asphalt where little can grow
Fading golden lines saying where not to go
Once crafted for efficiency and direction
Now open lies in decaying dissection
The deserted den of the apex predators
Built by kings and merchant creditors
Reclaimed by what once was under their heel
Its baffling to think this was all once real