Thinking of  citys cultures, like Troy, Port Royal , Sodom Gamorah, may help paint the following scene:

                                                                            Ilium Throws

Lifes a parade a passage of fantasy or reality, you decide.

Its Dawn, a motionless sky, clouds are stalled.

Sound, travels unknown to those who speak.

The din of wheels whining on asphalt bringing craved economic relief.

A parade A parade! to these inhabitants of the Los Martyr’s known as the keys  in present time.

Fantasy! what lies in the gutter after this, authoritys permission to revel  in the moment has passed?

A broken baloon an empty cup?

One is left standing there at curbs edge with empty pockets and debit card overcharges.

Blinking eyes of red hard to see whos won the race ,  returning  to regimented life.

Whos been duped, in there deserving?

What fun! What fun! some child somewhere has no food to eat.

Apparently. Every belly full first. John G.