Cold concrete a comfort
Shelter from the night, colder
Hunger tortures not the numb
Dignity wagered; scraps and crumbs

Abandoned on a park bench
The scent of coffee, loud, yet subtle
Calloused hands find warmth
Calloused hearts do not

Faces of granite, silent, stale
Charity, chivalry, long-forgotten patrons
A world, festering, dares not look
A world, fading, dares not care

Seven sirens sing in the night
Of crimson, rust: silent decay
Of cobalt, corrupt: silken façade
Of chalk, despair: forsaken trust

Tires move, feet move
All move but the immobile
All is known, nothing is felt
The truth: behold, when nothing is left