Night Walk

You walk from the flat with the comfortable chairs
Out the door and down the stairs
Over the bridge across the river’s mud
Around a puddle of glass and blood
Past the freeway with its eyes on fire
Near a church with a nightlight spire
Through the park with the lurking corners
And a wailing collection of midnight mourners
Past sleeping cars in their streetside beds
And familiar bodies with strangers’ heads
Below buildings whose lights go on by day
Alien as the games their occupants play
In corpulent corporate canyons grand
— United we fall, divided we stand —
And you’re glad to bathe in the milken night
Those day people can keep their light!

(First published in Raven)