Following the Footsteps of Ghosts
a broken umbrella sails through the air
past bloated pigeons and a Banksy sighting
overlooking the river’s edge
scenes collide with broken glass
ripples recede leaning on a rusting balcony
peeling paint sticks to bloody bare feet
Inspecting a forgotten splinter
I watch a stranger watching me
As sirens replace whispers and shadows
stain the rain on the bloody avenue
Another battle for a castaway island
has once again reclaimed so many birthmarks
forced now to borrow clean shirts and shovels
to dig fresh graves for wandering friends
albeit smashed with so it goes
knowing no amount of cures
can save us from the endless directions
following the footsteps of ghosts
