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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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