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