Black, grey and ash
are the colours they spot
worshipers of the dark.
Grime set faces
not a smile in sight
homo-sapiens their companions not
iPods, blackberries, The Times newspaper, stock shares
are their treasured possessions.
The city devours them
with metallic teeth and claws
and crushes their dreams into fine powdery dust
leaving an empty shell in its vacuum.
I look in the mirror and
I see a creature I know not
clothed in black
with a sad smile
of one who lives just for the present
and realize that the creature in the mirror
is just like the rest of them.