Dead Streets Poem by Yoosaph Aayala

Hey,
I turned back on tiptoe
Nobody looks at me
Except a man dead
Lying on the street-
I walked past in haste
To the errand not to waste.

Holla,
I looked aside
Nothing except a pavement
A decayed body
once a mortal life
clasped across the concrete
Time is running apart
I move fast to my aim.

Hello,
Yes, tell me, I say.
Eyes bulged, I bent down
No, I can spot empty sidewalk
Languishing therein a corpse
Bury me fast....
who speaks?
Hooded ears: no voice.

Trip aside, let me leave
Hold on, I get on to the ankle
Caught by an arm cold,
And Lifeless,
I fall, save me, leave me.

No, you're not alone
I cannot yell or walk
Because I am not live
We are on the street
Muddled flesh, flown souls
None can cover us all
we are not live, we are not....