Green becomes concrete
for wheels to glide over
Inexorable as rainfall
landscape flies past,
transmutes into shopping malls,
office blocks and science parks.
Grey sky reflects in glass houses
and everyone is throwing stones.
Poem previously published in The Journal
The collage is made from 100% recycled magazines and is a detail from a flier, on the reverse of which there is a copy of the poem against the background of a photo of a city street.