"It drowned out the noise" by Amanda Pape

A cold wind blows over the 

tundra of vacant parking lots

The night chokes on stillness

and we bend beneath the weight

of the wasteland

We watch the sun abandon us

our desperate eyes

grasping on the fragments of twilight

For it’s return is a bargain

and so is everything else

When the comatose streets are absolute

and the silence falls in rhythm

Death walks—

even in daylight