Only Numbers Count
Outside the takeaway,
long shadows
mix and merge then part
in a constant stir of shapes
on a hot late afternoon
somewhere in a city
where half a million
will be lonely tonight
and a tenth of those
not have enough to eat
and perhaps a fifth
of the hungry
will have no home,
a million or more
will make love and maybe
a few thousand
will break up,
one person could be murdered
and a hundred mugged
or robbed,
whilst in dimly lit cubicles
across the town
about eighty souls
will die of natural causes
hardly making a sound.
Number 32, your order
is ready !,
have a good evening - thanks,
that didn't take long.
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