through the sidewalks
they all gather round
only lurking

should I speak in publicity's turf
indeed my tongue would suffer its bravery

shoulder softly sways
crossing paths along another
a hats tilt their only response

one hand dangling before them
like serpents oh so welcoming
one hand posing behind them
withering with devotion to hypocrisy

they do not posses ears to listen
they do not desire eyes to see

so I write about them
with these soundless words