Don'T Walk

Don’t Walk It is always on the other side Head between the traffic Where you catch the glimpses Other side where pavement has the greener edges Never step on Or tread between the cracks Not that the harsh air doesn’t push Soft iron nail pressed with a thumb Till the outer layer on a cardboard tack Yields with its paper ripped Dumb The hollow surfaces eat from within Naked satisfaction slithers away To its masked grimace Hidden inside the little red flash man Don’t walk Never step on the cracks Or tread between There is no such thing as mercy Crossing is illusory No other side this side as far away as it can be Its touch a blank advert A myths depravity Calling from its chained Erosion of blood No memory No memory of the skin thick nail Driven into those gagging throats But like passers-by There it chokes Now never seen on the other side The other side Where lives rescind their isolation Without undamaged conscience Head between the traffic Never tread on the cracks Or step between Don’t walk