Grim veil of a widowed sun

Under this skin, a roadless city
 Blind houses clustered in a corner.
 No backyards.

gardens hanging with a sigh
while time started to bald,
shedding minutes like mothers tears

flowers weep aroma and bleed essence;
floating leaves deprived of Chlorophyll
register colorless moments

erudite stores announce arrival of new pages
words horrified of being assassinated
at the  hand of silence

blather  rove, that them tenants gone mute,
 after the barbaric raid of devastated screams
impending from the surface, unappreciated alerts

 destroying the under city consensus chaos
 Tenants tread on hunting something
 O tenants there is no sign of a rainbow

rays were coffined by grim veil of  
a widowed sun.