Nightscape

All cities twinkle like each other, but
Go down into the streets and they will seem
As different as a famine and a glut:
Some cities glisten like a dewlit dream
At every level; some expose a seam
Dank and festering beneath the skin;
Some float upon their worser parts like cream;
Some dive into the steamy depths of sin;
And some, unlike their cousins, welcome in
The poor, the rich, the every kind of man,
Combine what ought to make a dreadful din
And make a melody worthy of Pan.
In these the twinkle truly glistens in the dark
Both natural: the black fuel and the spark.