Street Lamp

I look up I see nothing

But the orange of a lamp

Against the blackening night sky

How interesting to feel this encouraged inside

yet outside feels like disintegration

The people have lost themselves

They are fools deluded

Sheep, so easy to keep

I look up I feel nothing

Because the flame inside is extinguished by outside

By the people

By the days

There is an orange light above me

A vintage city street lamp

The brightest thing I think I’ll ever see again