THE CASTLE

Under the needles called buildings

And below the thread called roads,

They stitched a castle

Out of tins and rags;

Wastes and dusts.

The castle shines to those

Who dwell in there and to the rest

It existed never.

When the sun lits

The creatures of castle crawl

To devour the things above;

And they,

in return,

 Come out of light;

Become shadows;

Swallow the others in their castle

When night reigns.

But;

They remain deaf to each other

As always.

As the city spreads its legs,

The castle grows

And shines in its cracks.