Human Nature


Pollution blinks her sleepy eyes,
her smoky tentacles drape accross skyscrapers
There are no animals in the city,
only buses and babies, and neon signs.
The yellow air dims all colors like a photograph filter.
Spiky grass whiskers fry in car exhaust on sidewalk curbs.
The only nature in Beijing is human nature.

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