From under the crumbling bridge

The night sluggishly pulls a slimy moon into the pitch

Bleeding out its pallid light on the dim city

And splashing its aura on the

Corners of buildings, the frail windows and the mirror-pools

In the street, dancing back into the icy breathless-air

A fog of exhale glimmers in the moon-blood

From under the crumbling bridge

Blackness heaped on blackness held back

By the weak arms of Luna

A cough echoes in the throat of the bridge

From the deep stomach of its distended belly

It groans with its digestion

While a one-eared cat walks by

- looking for smaller rats to tackle

Then, as if it opened a tiny shimmering eye,

An orange speck of light shines out from underneath

While the bridge’s uncooperative dinner

Wakes to a damp cigarette