the city is on its head. imagine,
buildings that scrape the sky,
three miles high, on some monster
of metal, meandering across a dense
globe, massive, thick, lost in space
and time. pacing over the land, while
inhabitants above the sands live
lives unaware of what’s below. you’ll
never know why you cannot leave
if you’re there. and one cannot safely
land or arrive. the city is on its head.
it swats any ship it sees passing by.