jestief

Surely the cascade of feet will arrest
The turnstiles of the breathing cityscape
Thundering trains ream the rails they compress
While the grimy skyscraped evening takes shape
“Someone will surely cease this commotion”
-Cry shattered hearts of the forlorn unknown;
their hearts of glass discarded and broken
Metrocarded spinsters of blood and bone,
Amid the discord: a harmonic chirp
A solemn sparrow stands perched in stasis
His proud thesis of hope tries to usurp
the beating of an urban night - graceless
Yet, there is no wisdom in this brave flight
Amid the chaos of the New York night