eternal truths.

Batman is whispering in the wind;
The cans are jewelled with the stars
-Henri Coulette

the city has no sleep. it runs
and runs, regardless of the bodies
sleeping in its gutters.
casting dreams here is unthinkable,
for they are untouchable, like something
in a dream. this life is one of trial and error,
the best before date is rubbed out, and
those buried deep inside it know they
are alone. if only
batman was whispering in the wind,

there might be some hope. but
they know they will always be alone.
because the city is cold and unforgiving,
it has no heart to speak of,
it will live long after you are gone,
brittle at the smallest touch.
they are sleeping still, those
ones who know this truth, because
they know their immortality is not real,
and the cans they hold are only jewelled with the stars.