Collaborative ETP VI - so this is what it sounds like to be ashamed

Are there children in here?

if we treat them like animals they cry

and some cacophonous thump echoes,

and I can’t distinguish groans of pain from moans of pleasure

I thought it was a cold man falling off a wet pail

diesel engines turn over like hungry stomachs,
like a baby crushed under rubble

it’s like a jittery old finger curling around the scene, surrounding, gripping,

and a motorcycle gears up and rips across the space

just this thin metal rod flying in from the street

snatches of words and sentences float in the ether above,
and where the lady spoke, music drifts

the refrigerators hummmmmmm like the water

can I make a confession?