Arterial Grey

Grey, gravelly capillaries pulse
and asphalt arteries murmur,
carrying coloured corpuscles

Sentience is straining at the wheel

Approaching the glasssy hub,
progressing ever upward, confidently
calculated in their smooth appearance,
towers call for their fulfillment;
singing their silent siren song.

They stand scraping the sky
of a quiet winters morning,
resplendant in its hazy greyness
and the corpuscles clear their throats,
responding with throaty declaration
of devotion to their bigger siblings.

Delivering the dwindling fortunates,
clamouring to their commitment
for running the race, pushing upward
ever upward   ever onward
circulating indefinitely, pulsing noisily
back and forth through the grey.

grey roads lead to
grey buildings surrounded by
grey paths leading to
grey futures conceived in
grey minds driven by 
grey souls residing in
grey people living under
grey skies