Night.
Even night
The glow and haze descend upon my house.
The city lights
Shadow the men in cardboard sleeping bags
The women in tents
And I sit on my porch and long for home
As the sky burns
And the sun is mocked and the moon forgotten
Stars--
To guide me home
Are missing in the smog.
The ghetto bird calls.
And the engines roar and the dogs bark.
And I look into the starless sky and see no familiar sight
No truth to be found in this city.
Only the lights.
Lights.
Lights.
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