Laughs and Lobotomies

At night in city center

Sometimes it is quiet and one can hear the bugs hum

more often one hears screams

or gun shots

or ATVs

or protests

or parties

clubs

barfights

sirens

shattered glass

But the other night I noticed something

The Tower’s lights were on. I had not noticed them lit before.

We have no bat signal in this city

No hero to come and save us.

But we have ourselves.

And we have hope.

And in the darkness, sometimes, a spark of light.