Walking nameless streets
In uncertain times
Among sunken eyes
And gray faced vagabonds,
Down dark shadow alleys
And deserted dead-end streets.

Gleaming glass towers
Rise above
The vomit filled sewers
Of a more common life

Clutching precious possessions,
White knuckles in the rain.
Losing soul and sanity
Standing waist deep in gutter sewage,
The promise of salvation
Left forever unanswered.

3/23/18