Day 151 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day meaning plenitude meaning: "a full supply."
Winter city
Upon tiers of shining glistening
Corrupt and stagnant
Steam rises plumes of industry
And plumes of shadows and dust and grit and coal and ash in plenitude
The hissing of steam locomotives snake in and out through the high girders that support the foundations of this tottering mess
This arrogant messy world that leers out cockily over the green shores
Even as its furnaces give way to sleet and snowstorms and the tall pinnacles
And there is beauty and there is aristocracy and there is dripping dredging poverty
Curmudgeons have heard their call
Flagrant denigration spans rife as the underbelly grows grotesque and is tucked away inside the folds of the obese giant that is the city
There is gold brimming at its pinnacle
There is gold and champagne and top hats and fine ladies and genteel men and canes and there is brass
Fine brass and fine linen cotton
There are the imposing statues and the imposing thunder of iron hooves
The pinnacle sparkles bright as Te end of the day sparks the icy crown into a ghostly life
The gloaming turns all the world copper and silhouettes the dim denizens of far below
The shame the secret the hidden
Walk in and out of the shadows
They are shapes misbegotten and lost somewhere deep down below the fog that turns the cogs.
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