Around a corner comes to sight a thing
of beauty and might, a brilliant death.
The look of light baring down, engulfing,
signaling shadeless sky left bereft.
On metal fence posts like fading bile stains
the last long strained arms pulling fast through gaps
of braided aluminum tilting bent.
Past their links, in the lanes
slink cars strapped fast in the commuter sap
so clogged, rushing to beat the glow's descent.
Now distant bodies cast long dark towers
down fading walks of blue concrete and brick.
Now the day's falling past the waking hours,
store signs blank before first electric flick.
At once the street lies steeped in murky hue,
rolling to settle and relieve colors
from the air between cement and up high.
Freely, night will pursue
straight behind roaming denizens, trawlers
of what below orange bulbs underlie.