the sky fell in today,
through the skeleton
of a castle of sand.

was it maybe
lit by a spark of anger
that dwelled in the hearts
of the browbeaten
the downtrodden
the long forgotten
undercast of our city?

cause if apathy were water
you could tap it from the ground
and douse the flames
many, many times over.
but flames draw cameras
and £50 notes
that fuel the blaze

and the whole thing goes on
ticking
ticking
ticking.