the concrete blocks of the city
terrorizing and antagonizing
those below.
Engulfed,
the people scurry
from one doorway to the next.
The wind is soft and
passes over and around them
pushing subtle sounds from the distance.
The cars bustle by
without care.
The trains rattle and smash
their way down the tracks with a sense of shaky determination.
The shadows rise
on the walls and walkways
throughout the street
as if to snatch that in which they’re made.
Complete silence is
unheard of in the night.
The smallest creatures creep
through the darkness of the streets
evading detection from those that
wish to exterminate their existence.
One can taste the waterfront’s misting air
swirling across their tongues.
Fear feeds
the sadden souls
huddled under
the highways and alleyways.
The seedy underbelly
reaches for the streetlights
to collapse their flame for good.
The riffraff stir,
and the old men cure,
in the alcohol lights
blinding the outside night.
