Endless splinters of broken blue light
In the early morning of this lifeless city
Prick my eyes with malicious delight
All in a row with unblinking unity
Broken swastikas on an unknown wall
And patterns of streetlight on the ground.
The sky, a woman in torn shawl,
Groping dimly for a welcome sound.
As yet no birds sing, no life stirs,
Not a soul on the road that I’m passing by.
Dogs lying hopeless in dried gutters
As the last of the stars yawn out of the sky.
No friendly hand, no friendly face,
No last farewells, no parting grace.
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