The city is full
Of sighing
Giants
All rolling
Over
In their sleep

And I dressed
Like a gargoyle
Sit
Nestled in their
Shoulders
Covering my ears
From
Their moans

But their burned
And broken
Down
Collarbones
Can no longer
Hold
My stories

As the empty
Streets
Mirror
The open night
I write one more
Word
For the cold
And vacant
Concrete