I put a cigarette between my teeth
While Hundreds of bats soared
Through the Brick wall corridors
Through the strobe of flashing signs
  “Danseuse nu”
And so I cupped my hands
Before my puckered lips
Shielding the dancing flame
As though it were an infant
Shivering in the wind
I am nocturnal as well
But I do not fly
Nor do I screech through the restless night
I watch, oh I watch
*And I write