I am the City, the Sick City. I’m feeling far from well. That’s why they call me sick.
My cemeteries have suddenly emptied, and no one’s told me where they’re going.
I think my sewers may have turned inside out.
The river tastes bitter, the fish float belly up, the rats smirk.
The people spend all day, all night, cheating each other into copulation.
One of my skyscrapers has scraped the sky. And now the sky is scraping back. Clouds are lounging at every street corner.
I am the City, the Sick City. Put me down.
My cemeteries have suddenly emptied, and no one’s told me where they’re going.
I think my sewers may have turned inside out.
The river tastes bitter, the fish float belly up, the rats smirk.
The people spend all day, all night, cheating each other into copulation.
One of my skyscrapers has scraped the sky. And now the sky is scraping back. Clouds are lounging at every street corner.
I am the City, the Sick City. Put me down.
