Oxidized City

 A certain carelessness 
 In a perfect circle
  
 It is too ripe and crude
 A coarse bird
 That fits in too well with the broken shore
  
 Unlike the polluting smoke of industry
 As it catches the closing beams of the sun
  
 A rosette triumph
 A too perfect charade  

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