Sonnet #142

We are the infrastructure, the infrastructure is we

The pipes and wires of cities spreading out

Rebuilt, remade, replaced as needed, do you see

The way we built this organism, how it shouts

A wave of sound, a character, a living energy

From far enough away, the city is an organism

We are just the workers in the cells, our liberty

Is the illusion we repeat while smeared in chrism

Of the unity of us: petroleum, coffee, beer, tv

The narrow places where our imagination is

allowed to be, never push the cities back, never free

Even in the country, we're sending energy to cities

Even in the country, we're on the grid, on the economy

The world is networked urban cells we call community