Escape

Though he run back across the marble street,

Shutting his roof of glass against the rain,

Clapping his ears with heavy palms of stone

It will be vain. Defeat

Chimes in his skull, alone

He nurses the delicate crumbling of his flesh,

The marrow slowly emptying from his bone.

Though he go tapping his chromium walls like a crazy dancer

Begging their stolen strength, he knows these halls

Are resonant with death. He calls...

And only the charging rain will answer.