Broken streets a three way race of meanings intertwine
Angry remnants and forgotten people line the shattered byways
Eggshell dreams barred in by shadows
Darkness is unbridled here
My light I bushel passing by In anonymity
A steel cage on wicked wheels for quiet passage makes
I carry David's sling with me inside my mobile coffin
Cobwebbed with days a single stone yerning for a passage
To splash into this untouched pool of nightmares and disappointment
Ripples of change by presence made held captive to unimagination
Refusal to see all that god has done and is doing
Like a crippling weight I cling to that drags me down to the depths