Traffic's lights emerge,
Flooding through the earthen scar
Beneath an Angel's feet.
The roaring roadside
Dulled into a smoother sound
As speed soundly whirrs.
Road-bridge stretched afar.
Uncoiled, skewbald white and red,
Rising from tower-blocks
To skirt the Angel,
Rust, outstretched in silhouette,
Facing North at me.
Before a blazing sun.