Urban Noir

                   Urban Noir


When the cold,cold knife of night

meets the warm,warm blood of day,

and the light is extinguished

at the tunnel’s end,

All we’d done wrong

turns out right

all that was right

is now wrong;

As the solitary Raven

pecks madly at

your window pane,

and clouds lose their silver lining

who then will be left

to tell us what words

need to be

in our song?

2 thoughts on “Urban Noir

  1. Amita Paul

    Poe’s ‘ Nevermore’ Raven seems to make its presence felt in this dark poem of post- modern despair wherein all traditionally accepted norms and tropes of Hope are stood on their heads. The poem takes the form of an extended rhetorical question.

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