Hell’s kitchen morning

This busy bustling metropolis
a noisy cantankerous beast
lumbering and lurching
barely on its feet
inspiring equal parts awe and fear
amongst gods and mortals alike
never tamed or channeled
only allows temporary reprieves
Beggars shuffle by, captains of the street
Rich traders and models strut
Peacocks a plenty and so vain
a stroke of Fortune barely separates
the mighty propped up in place
tenuous precarious precipice
fallible angels waiting for the fall
civilization cascading down on us all
pleasures transient and brief
eluding vicious trackers
and yet they all remain
locked into destinies insane