The Temple

A new poem

C. P. Nield

A tribute to progressive art,
Here form is function and no more,
Where cars in lines go round each part;   
The concrete blurs on every floor.

Here form is function and no more:
A multi-storey, single mind.
The concrete blurs on every floor,
The entry/exit ramps entwined.

A multi-storey, single mind,
A world between the mall and home –
The entry/exit ramps entwined –
It could be Washington or Rome.

A world between the mall and home,
Where cars in lines go round each part,
It could be Washington or Rome:
A tribute to progressive art.

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