Skyscrapers… remote, unpartisan… <br /> Turning neither to the right nor left <br /> Your imperturbable fronts…. <br /> Austerely greeting the sun <br /> With one chilly finger of stone…. <br /> I know your secrets… better than all the policemen <br /> like fat blue mullet along the avenues.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skyscrapers-3/
