Peace and allusion

Silence cups
it's soothing hands around her thoughts
the way the streets have moulded
to the touch of bitter winds

the eddies have their haunts
amongst the alleys
where the leavings of the cultured
bleed their innards
onto the paved lips
of the face of a cities filth

as much use as a muddied broom
the breeze and her words
both
beneath the sewer mouths
where things of instinct
call cracks in pavement
sky