The City
buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
*
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
*
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
*
steam in the streets
with century old pipes bursting—
dreams of the riders
new as the city is old
*
dark and still
the buildings watch
