Paris: beauty's dilemma

The Color of Growth


Talk to the ants, they are the city
Out each morning to collect
What remains from the carnage of the preying mantis of the night

Green guys dragging green posteriors
Tending artificial rivulets
Flowing to lower levels, darker places

Beneath the streets of Paree
The shit of rich and poor
Create work for chemists and doctors

Take a second look at the green worker ants
Their tools fashioned in smoking and growling green steel
Making the street ready for the butterflies

They are so few
Infestations of a crawling crowd with one thousand legs
Spreads like mold to greet the morning sun

Beauty flees to the country
Green hillsides await