The City and I by Aurel Stancu

in ivory dreams
armed creatures guard doors
corridors windows
over the central square
a couple of hawks
flying in stifling watching circles
the city is a hostage
in accordance with the law
the important decisions are made by all alone
in a high babylon tower
bombed with messages of cosmic dust
the end of the world is classified information
even inside wars are strictly forbidden
travellers caught by the storm of wonder
record in water air
underground writings
that the next days are devoted to survival
the error is sublime the city does not die
but its dwellers do
with the only difference that everything seems otherwise
I cast dice with triumphs and failures