Illustration by Benedicte Delachanel
I’m driving sluggish
out of the city’s leaden grasp
engine and brain overheating.
Toxic breath hot from metal lungs
infuses the city shroud
and my lungs groan.
Tentacles of bypass, overpass
tunnels and bridges take their toll.
They should be paying me
compensation for damage done.
Octopus stranglehold untangles
loosening with kilometres passing
clean air flows freely once again
through my trachea.