The Street

Winter Street
Of invisible crowd
Dogs and some dogshit
Naked autumn trees
Somewhere between day and night
A million words
Spoken or silent
A million stolen glances
Squandered or saved for the night
Noone knows noone
But still such a clockwork
Feets never falter
Lips never shout
Minds never think
And eyes never cry
Who control all this ?
A daily parade so predictable
Of noone and everyone
Making a circle everyday
Time circles
Sun and moon circles
Gloom circles
Life circles
And here on the street
Another circle made and erased everyday

But sometimes things happen
Shaking us out of us
Maybe an accident
Or fire or a bomb
Someone has died
Leaving the rest of us
Awake without a past
Alive without our lives
The circle stops

Such a nuisanse
And everyone knows everyone
Feets falter
Lips shout
Minds think
Eyes cry
No control

But then chaos dies too
After the eulogy is done
And the funeral fades
We silently slip back into ourselves
The clock is reset
And the parade starts again.