The Writing On The Sky

Life is a postcard
And the Shard of London
Stands tall for the gawkers to see
Like a monstrous erect penknife
Writing unintelligible messages on the clouds
But we have long lost the power to read
And intelligence is now artificial
We are safe as long as we don’t read
Graffiti in the sky may contain obscene messages
Photo and Ramblings by Hugh Ardoin