I walk down the street

and I see people

lying in boxes in these

���� alleys of death

I hear a sound

A sob,

���������� in the distance

I follow the sound

Corner after corner

�The crying is growing

��������� louder

I can hear the tears

��������� dropping

Searching,

��������� I find a darkened alley

There, huddled in the corner,

a child...with a body

her hands clutching its shirt

I call out to her,

������������ and startled, she turns

fading away

I can still hear her sobs

but the reason for her grief

is lying dead

���� in this

Alley of Death.