somnia a Deo miss

A few dead fishes brought to the seashore.
The city, which rises 37 m above sea level.
The city before dawn.
People are moving through the streets who, by the way,
Like these fish that did not escape death
In the nets of industrial angler.
They pass like stones, gray and mute
And the seagulls above them hopelessly suddenly scream out .
There is an endless sky above their heads,
floating above the horizontal line of the coast.
People walk through the distant rumble of the surf,
When dust like the ashes of Pompeii settles on the roofs at noon
And the clock proclaims noon to multiple blows.
People are walking, moving along the sidewalks,
Their faces are tired and lack of faith
Past dark alleys, empty parks, arches,
While the iron birds are pushing the huge stratosphere apart.
They are passing the next pier,
Casting long, uncomfortable shadows,
Among the generally accepted truths,
Truisms and misconceptions.
The future is making its way into the city, changing it everywhere -
Leaving its mark over the Gothic-style arches -
Evidence of life as still yet unknown -
The lights of the big city are visible in perspective, -
I finish the poem, I fill it with words.
Under my feet, the earth is still spinning inevitably,
The cloud above me is slowly swim.