In world, world
of terror,
filling up fast with
unintelligible
signs:

imploring pinkpalmed hand
twitching, autonomous,
hung from an ordinary
black arm
                (the lights change,
                 it’s gone)

wind
skirting the
clots of spittle, 
smears of
dogshit, pushing

shadows of unknown
objects across and
away and
half across the
sidewalks, arhythmic.