The City Planners” is a commentary on urban development and how it sucks the soul out of us and our neighborhoods. The residential streets are described as stale and sanitary.
the houses in pedantic rows, the planted
sanitary trees, assert
levelness of surface like a rebuke
Even the grass is “discouraged.” It has given up trying to live free, constantly confined to the expectations of its suburban masters. Underneath all of this perfection lurks danger, briefly showed in “the smell of spilled oil,” “splash of paint” and “plastic hose poised in a vicious coil.” Each is a symptom of the larger disease lying hidden under the orderliness.
Technology can make our lives more controlled, but it also perches us precariously on the edge of losing control. The more we try to tame nature and control ourselves, the more we are in danger of disaster. If you hold on too tightly to something, you risk losing it.