The Electric Jungle

Massive trees of cold, hard concrete and steel
reach through a canopy of smog,
while far below echo the roars of automobiles
and the buzzing of humans
like insects crawling on the jungle floor.
Electric eyes loom everywhere, flashing and glowing.
A vendor opens his wares to the public,
drawing in the predators to the smell of food.
Hungry mouths savor the morsels before returning to work.
The day lurches on, hot and muggy, until
the sun sets below the mechanical limbs and vines,
bringing an end to another day in the jungle.