there are people who live in the
cracks
begging nothing, even when they
must
humble and wild
there are people in the cracks
who hide from sunlight
because it is controlled by
the others
moving swiftly in the dark
guided by stolen radar
and dreams too strange to
die
there's a beat in the cracks
you've got to hush to hear it
a frayed and distant signal
fading in and out
shifting in the wind
you got to walk slow in the cracks
and beware snipers
in the shadows
if you walk slowly enough
they will not even see you
you've got to be strong in the
cracks, because
the widen into fissures
fantastic pressure leaking inch by inch
scoring the concrete with its plans
in the cracks there is violent music
brilliant laughter
at 4 in the morning
your heart bursts into fire
and you weep
- David Lerner
from his book The Last Five Miles To Grace
