TOKYO BAY 1972
Above –
faint wisps of sky
with sleepy petrochemical clouds

Below –
mashes of cool saltwater
peppered with polluted brine

To my right –
concrete breakers and pine rows
in geometries of conformity

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

In this place
where fisheries
are now mass latrines
and container depots feed
hungry factories

HopeTM rises
straight from the butt