Above -
a faint wisp of sky
with sleepy petrochemical clouds

Below -
a mash of cool salt water
peppered with garbage and brine

To my right -
rows of pines and concrete breakers
in geometries of conformity

To my left -
motorists puffing cigarettes
as their engines chant petrol sutras

In this place
where fisheries
have become mass latrines
and steel mills feed
hungry factories

HopeTM rises
straight from the butt