Player IV
The slip sliding
of drunken striding
foolish posturing
marching to the
tin, simple tune
of their piper.
Mournful city street
girl, shine, reflected;
gutterwater music
beautiful, soiled
by the damned dirty
populace, a parade,
group, a brood,
the predatorial social
leeches feeding sapping
the piper, flute player,
leading them, leant
against the wall;
they continue, seemingly
independent in thought
controlled by the wind
whistle; pipe master
she remains unnoticed but
for the warbling tremolo
leading them,
US.