We Created Ugly

Softly rusted leaves nestle grey concrete;
to be swept away as penalty for
misfits. This squalid city stays replete
with vines encroaching on wires, folklores

of free forests, and billboards for blue skies.
We prefer the filtered, distilled, coloured
estimates of exotic sights, a guise
of jungles cleansed clean of webs dismembered,

and painted faces crafted with radiance.
Perhaps coded plastics of proportions
placate our dolled-up judgements, oblivious
to what truly transcends perfection.

For flaws exist only in our measure,
All else drift as nature's especial wager.