Grey street corner
A frozen room
Lonely bed
A dying moon

Litter swept streets
And templed stars
Blurred rising sun
Hits burnt out cars.

Hate scrawled text
On bricked in walls
From cancered branch
A last leaf falls

The knife drawn streets
Barred with shops,
The downward wound
That never stops.

A Frostbitten tree
A pock marked road.
First morning truck
With a heavy load.

Gun ruled streets
Of bricks and knives
Discarded dreams
And shattered lives.