Stormy Battersea Bridge
The sky is a theatre for the angels
Of incomparable beauty, they go naked and invisible
So we make death wishes that go unanswered
Like Oedipus blinding himself in the hope of eluding his fate
But the Oracles were nowhere to be found
Nowadays Internet make things faster
From liked to unfollowed, or banned
Things are not getting better
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes Gallery