CITY AT NIGHT

“Great is the army of demons.”

—old man Sampson

In this city with its dimmed lights

where there appears to be no one,

did you see the wreckers,

wrecking buildings, wrecking bridges,

filling up the river with rubble?

They say, it’s dangerous to roam the streets,

but we’ll go where we please

since we have nothing but our freedom

to roam without a penny to our name.

This is our city streets and squares

where nothing grows; only death reigns.

Stop next to me. Collect my tears.