When we look out the window we hear
there is a ringing sound that will never end.
Engulfed in noise and in dust submerged
tiny men walk a thousand steps        
Yellow -
the city has been yellow -
ever since the machines
arrived.    
Heat -
The november sun melts all the tall buildings
until the twists and turns
of the voice
call a break for prayer

rolling drop of sweat
slowly slowly drops.
From the bottom of your breast
aiming straight it falls
On your thigh it tries to rest - but ah
--- it's a sticky plummet.

When crossing roads look.
Look left, look right.
When kissing your lover,
don't look. Stay blind.

These waters caressed
a thousand dead bodies.

Young and old men,
mothers, their children.

The water listened,
it heard their
submerged howls,

Slowly
growing drunk
of their brittle
little-souls.