Darkly Dome Hotel
Zachary Inglis, Grade 11, John Paul College
Striding through Dome Hotel, Robert Marsh, on his happy autonomy day,
Fingernails bitten off, long on a cloud, time to pounce, and there’s edgy string music playing now:
Down from doom ceiling, up from the deep blue river carpet.
The building’s beautiful, just like the city on days like this, just the way I like them. Milling about: ants digging holes in the lives of another.