The people out there no longer sleep
As well the
lights with their lovely form
When the
silence comes to gently weep
It is the
slum’s choice to enjoy the storm
The rats
dance above our heads
The
thoughts fade to feed the ill
The river
cries between the sheds
As the skin
feels the burning steel
The wind
blows the infinite breath
The grass moves graciously as it digs out the storm
The heads keep spinning, licking pure death
The heads keep spinning, licking pure death
The rain rushes angry as the rats still perform
The people
out there no longer sleep
The night
salutes the lonely crowd
Eyes peeking
widely as my shout greets the streets
To wander
as well you might be allowed
