The city lay in front of everyone, 
a model village to them, 
they had never felt so big. 
A city that once swallowed them up 
with its’ big skyscrapers and wall art 
now seemed all so small. 

“London eye, London eye” 
a little child called out. 
A large spinning wheel now 
fit between his two fingers. 
He tried pinching it, but it wouldn’t seem to 
move. 
A panorama of symbols 
filled the landscape, 
from edge to edge 
a focus point merely blurring them out. 
They would never disappear. 

Sprawled out before them, 
an extravagant banquet. 
A feast fit for royalty. 
often gobbled up by 
those who sat 
in quiet halls 
in which ceilings remained 
inexplicably high 
along with their standards of life. 

There stood as many cranes as there were 
high-rises. 
A future that pointed towards 
the sky, 
hinting at growth, 
but only in the literal sense. 
What was the cost? 
Soon the skyline would be full 
each building bigger than the other, 
a concrete competition. 

Yet, 
the people wouldn’t change, 
staying as they had been, 
even shrinking. 
An earth that could no longer feed them 
through the greed of those sat in their vast spaces. 
They would carry on starving 
as the towers 
would gorge themselves on 
the sun that reigned above them, 
casting a shadow amongst those 
that built them, 
that birthed 
these monstrous 
Giants of the sky.