My eyes greet thine on the street,Downcast and dark-ringed,A passer-by as though passing over,Outcast with dragging feet.We walk just one step down,alongside the uniform pavement dwellers,we walk as the dead in this town.matching in martial colours.I see you and your cutting, haggard stare,Cutting out the crowd, so they’re no longer there,But it’s just you and…

They wrote me a statement of names and number, Auditing my life, reporting it’s loss and ruin, making my mind’s clear clouds darken with thunder, They wrote me a bill of death, time dated soon, So I sought deals with my pride’s devils in vain, for report after report kept saying the same. “Your day…