As if I Were Death Himself

The picture shows two bridges,
spokes on a bicycle wheel
that traverse the river.
No open ground. Skyscrapers
interspersed with roads,
tenements, the odd tree.

The rest of the city lost in a haze.

Two barges, lazy, on the river.
Multitude of ant-sized cars
scurry through suspension
on their way to work, home,
lunch, affairs, the park,
perhaps the place
this photographer stood
as he pushed the button