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.