Void

Vacantly I stare across the 9th floor

Grey in its generic lifelessness

The day is unseasonably fine

The sky has the audacity to challenge the corporate grey with its
daring blue

This godless spiritually devoid hollow

Sucked of its capitalist plasma

More or less a corpse

I and a few other parasites hang on

I stare across at the city

Rigamortis holding the towers up like hair gel

A flag flying in the distance the one sign of life

-Christmas eve in Docklands '02