I was reminded of Ezra Pound’s ‘In a Station of the Metro’ in New York Subway. The city was gigantic and tall but despite its huge scale, I couldn't help but notice the decay and ruin. I thought I would try to capture the existentialism that Pound achieves in his poem.
Chinese rooftops and unfamiliar sounds
Paper dragons on sticks held by migrant workers
Littered sidewalks eroded by a stiletto heel
Snow now mud in Central Park
Subway tiles once white.
In Chinatown rooftops rain unfamiliarity
And littered sidewalks worn by this stiletto shoe -
Tiles once white.