Death in the City

 

The stench of death

it filled the stairwell

The tramp lay still;

inside the smell.

 

In people's waste

with wasted people;

this is London Borough

..............of Hell?

 

It is so dire

that passers-by

deny the sight

of their own eyes.

 

They park their cars.

They go to party.

The band plays on.

A man has died.

 

 

© Mark Shepherd

www.dashpoetry.com