The town grew into a city
In the rain of our dreams
In the morning
Little pools of fallen leaves
Like soggy cornflakes
Everywhere
The Evidence of witchcraft
Piles of ash
Bones and feather
Spent red candles
Under train bridges
Hid from the rain
The city grew bigger
In a basin of swirling leaves
With soaked plastic bags
Clinging to the road
In the lingering damp
The names of the dead
Sprayed upon gangrenous walls
The city is ours
The misery is yours










