A la Kloaka

To the sewer hangs a body on the edge of a couch
Hope lying on a sofa down the street goes a
Patrol, a howling eternal night, not one among
A million a sewer is visitable in a shadow
Of light somewhat red and always on the edge... of a
Subversive song or ode of a poetry, a verse
A nothing but always on the edge even though sometimes
Inside a 'scab' is peeing in a corner
'Male goat' vomits on a balcony and the rats are
Visiting the sewer that today looks somewhat in shadows
But always on the edge... of a subversive song
Or ode of a poetry, a verse a nothing of a
Subversive trend to look of a litany