Mourning

Brokenhearted, it fell,
marking ugly, raw rashes
on the city's grey skin. 
Like a suppurating wound,
a 5x5 section of the sky
bled. 

Something broke
behind this row of
same-same-same houses
last night. 
Unpretty- its cry,
silenced by 
the smug whirr 
of air conditioning units
and the whine 
of rain-singed concrete. 

She wonders,
silt-skinned witness 
to the scream,
whether the night died
or a dream,
or if it was only a promise,
unclaimed,
breathing its last.