Three lethal imperfections [poem]

Yesterday

in blameless Sheffield

the fading of the great steel heat

cracks cold and sullen hairlines

into endless untold faces;

each eerie frozen scar

an etching from today

into tomorrow

Today

in breathless Paris

the hand-held steel of terror

spits incandescent ignorance
upon tomorrow's half-sketched barbs;
their names as unknown now

as they were
yesterday


Tomorrow
in heartless London
besuited men of money
weave filaments of yesterday into
uncontested writ
ensnaring us that they may
steal again the life we call
today

[If there's a photo down here it was added August 2017 as part of blog refresh.  Photo is either mine or is linked to where I found it. Make of either what you will.]