Beneath the moon's pallid gaze,
Whispers of forgotten ghosts wail,
The alley's cobbles, a stage,
For mad pigeons in statuary freeze.
Hearken! The dance, an eternal spiral,
In unlit corners where shadows conspire,
The lunatic yammers, a symphony of sighs,
Calling forth the unsung tire.
Bodies encased in the cold embrace,
Of concrete waltzes, a ballet of silence;
Time ticks backwards, the clock a mockery,
Of moments lost in the pigeon's gaze.