The Song of the Core Urban Microbiome

Oh, we are so happy now,
We’ve found our forests of steel,
Our polycarbonate seams,
Ecosystems of our own

Thanks to them, the lumbering
Vectors of machineries,
Stromatolites of our age,
Our teeming era, Eden

Of labyrinthine metro
Underground entanglements,
Our havens free of cousins
Who’ve cornered the seas and soils.

We will thrive as long as they
Can concentrate heaps for us,
Rub their palms on all their rails,
And chew the world to feed us.