Hark, the footfall of padded paws thud <br />As twilight wafts its melancholy tune <br />The traipsing of furtive mannequins into the scene <br />To start the commerce of the night <br />Ah, angels on hocked wings mingling in the shuffle <br />Of insatiable lusts of white, yellow and brown trash <br /> <br />A nightlong stance of enticement and allure <br />No rest, nor ease through the cold and apathetic dark <br />No help, no solace from a sometimes provident night <br />Singles, pairs or even threes they hustle corners <br />In tatty glad-rags and blackened rouge they sell <br />Ersatz affection, snatches of bliss to blighted souls <br /> <br />Heaven has no ears to hearken to piteous plaints <br />From cracked lips and blistered tongues <br />They push their trade until soles run raw <br />Waifs with scarred heels hide in scaly shadows <br />Oh, what lassitude shrouds the night air <br />In the blazing red light of a false sunrise<br /><br />Eddie Roa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nocturne-35/
