The collective thoughts of a generation
stand huddled in the alley,
while the painter from next door
is erratically dancing atop his canvas,
and Beethoven booms over the
barking of the dogs, salivating in the
shadowy gardens of this ever-worrying
neighbourhood, home to the screams
of the past and the angst of what is
yet to come, beneath the thunder
and the blood of a washed out
society, more questions than answers.