naked city (lifo)

I see a mansard roof through the trees I see a salty message written in the eaves The ground beneath my feet The hot garbage and concrete And now the tops of buildings, I can see them too The Argentines collapse in defeat The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet The ground beneath their feet Is a nautically-mapped sheet As thin as paper While it slips away from view serenata & tangled naked for LIFO by photoharrie