Its slumber interrupted by me
The passerby staring out a bus window
Which will carry me across the length and breadth
Of home
The bus has a radio playing
Lady Antebellum croons a new song
Partial faces regard me with suspicion
Masks everywhere
Just a few months ago, this place was Times Square
The sun is still shining but the light it gives out
Has changed from welcoming to menacing
It is harsh and blinding
As a killer stalks the city
Taking millions to the Underworld
Vile creatures and evil smells lurk
Unafraid of anything
They crawl out of their hiding places
Hell bent on destruction
If this is the city by day
What is the image at night?
So many things we took for granted
Are now gone
Will we make it through the night?
Or will unseen demons claim us
And helpless we will drown
The Bilge Master
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