In the early morning light

I stood on the cobblestone street

In the middle of the old city

Visiting ghosts

 

As the sun rose

The shadows shifted and mingled

The wind picked up and howled

 

I stood in the middle of the cobblestone street

In the old city hounded by ghosts swirling with the wind

And I felt nothing.

 

I felt nothing

No sour taste behind my throat

No constriction in my aorta

 

I was numbed

I did not feel the cold air, the freezing rain, the blistering sun

I just stood there waiting for death to come