The sun sets and lights go out:
Stillness but the one breath shared –
Eight million chests rising and falling to a single beat.
In one alley within the grid of buildings
A woman sits on the ground with an old blanket
And a cardboard sign asking for money.
Her body moves up and down, gasping,
Throat trembling as a hollow crawls out.
Its sound waves journey beyond the body as ellipses,
Echoing out and returning back again to her.
One city, one scream no one hears.