The building is silent asleep,

all todays’ lies have been told,

what’s stolen is now theirs’ to keep

while pharma turns mothers milk cold…

 

The stars have unsilvered themselves

streetlights surrender to dark,

our outcasts are stocking the shelves

while our predators skulk in the park…

 

Dreams are but nightmares sedated

subtle they wake through our days,

while blood lust is restfully sated

in murderous subconscious ways…

 

And the day will come with its gifts

ribboned in silk or in blood,

street life exchanging in shifts,

to wash out the dead in its flood…