Streets

Too much has happened in them. They can’t remember a darn single thing.

So things go missing. There was an old shop there. Gone. There was a doorway.

I stood there waiting for rain to ease, for someone vital to arrive.

I had forgotten myself, left myself stranded in the empty hall,

couldn’t remember my true name. The buildings were unfamiliar.

My name is legion. says the empty hall. Now cast yourself out, like swine.