Night Walk
Walking without purpose or reason,
a witness to what has been
going on for thousands of years.
People drinking and fighting,
in ecstasy of thoughtlessness.
Fucking in Victorian alleyways
for money or fun. People
dying on the steps of exotic
Georgian hotels, the cruel wind
having left too late.
People dancing and dying
and outdoing each other
again and again in the glow
of impossible buildings,
in the glow of the summer dawn.
Spilling themselves on streets -
so suddenly beautiful,
so suddenly tragic.
