The last defeated leave Still hangs like stubborn death Outside of a cheap hotel A bachelor lights a cigarette to stay warm U-haul truck like a closed box Whirls away all the pessimistic belongings The deserted streetcar disappears into the fog Slow like a snail A winter crow returns With faith in the dying leave The crispy sound of coins put into a pay phone Bounced back out like despair Winter begins today His dry hair soaked with cold sweat The chimneys are sullen, speechless Belching out the slow dark anger A police car, a blue angel Patrols along the border between heaven and hell God is off duty on Sundays The bell in the cement tolls like thunders The winter crow returns Cawing statically Before the cold current arrives The city’s giant engine goes on Rolling the lucky number for a survivor