Paper money and iron towers cast their foreboding shadows on the city
At the very feet of the giants, people work and slave for the money-masters
After a long day’s work they wait for the bus back to the boxes they call home
Kept out of sight, below the shiny windows that only reflect the pie in the sky
Vanity defying gravity and reason, like many Pisa towers they lie and lean
And the famous pie will turn out to be a one dollar take-away pizza
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery