Cluny to widen:
An eating place is eaten
by road, of all things.
Paya Lebar Primary
by the subterranean wrecking crew
of raintree, angsana, flame of the forest
which were of course
the next to go.
It is when I ponder these faux facades
that I know our city is corrupt
in meaning, that its intent
is revision, not remembrance.
If only all snow were this transient.
Angels would never survive their fall,
much less leave inconvenient evidence
in visible outline. Not that it would be
any more welcome here
than this confection in foam.
There are more eyes in this island of park
than will look upon your failures
and you call that prosperity.
But you are not going
to be removed after all, merely
have your view restricted for a while,
until they finally put you
where you can be watched
at all times.