Noël en crise

Parisians singing recession carols
December rain and distant flickering of
fluorescent light hanging down tired walls
and grey window pains.

As singing fades away
signs of gathering become cellular
and dance amidst the smoke
of casual exchanges.

Their arms sell books
beg for the gold of
a country's currency despair
in the flow of unchanged
yet tainted encounters.

Blues are grey, pinks are black
our faces lingering up the
meaningless giganticism
of the city's tower
empty of any light and soul.