[khg] a pair of socks

[empallin]

i walked those streets alone
in the latest of hours
the ghost of the daytime
gone past their prime
suddenly a flash and click
a instant picture
of a wonder and solitude
and a building gone as well

we walked those streets
in summers early evening heat
cars an people rushing past
the daily division of caste
suddenly a motor comes to life
a permanent record
of the body in the doorway
of a building looking well

i walked those streets alone
away from the addicts
watching the crowds thin
as i get further away from then
straight into history
a permanent record
written in stone
so many decades ago

we walked those streets
in the brisk chill of fall
trained to get out
each step without doubt
straight out of history
a verbal record
of the body in the alleyway
in a pair of socks