The stupefied urbanites return
To their homes and havens
Only pariahs were desperate enough
To escape the stasis and comfort
The modern day death sentence
We had dinner at a restaurant
That had been deserted
Except for all the middle aged men
And their Chinese friends
The food was hot; the conversation was not
It was mustard and lamb
The modern day death sentence
She was yellow against a blue wall
Or the other way around
Colour and landscapes like France
In the grip of melancholy
The modern day death sentence