In the Mire

The egalitarian hiss
Of the sliding doors
Welcome us inside
To close-packed appartments
Littered with humanity
And its dregs
We wend the jagged stairs
To a room where the stars
Are multihued casino lights
Held up from the ground
By grasping steel hands
In concrete gloves
Far below the hum
Of impatient cars
And their drivers
Calls us to sleep
To dream of bright futures
Hidden behind
Trashheaped corners.