Pavements of broken stones
Not a stone out of place
Carrying canes and times

Death - a perception
An eclipse - of love

Somehow
However funny this sounds
When life is done with a body
It blows it up

isn't it always
that it's the action
which tells the story

I am in now

The good guys
The bad apples
and a police man inside all of them
captured by us brilliantly