A City Locked Down

Walter Zak photographs an empty London at night during the third lockdown, alongside a poem by anonymous.

Embroidered shadows,

isolated streets,

midnight walks,

a world incomplete.

We walked these roads as humans absolute,

we had to bite the bitter fruit,

the path was emptied, in a hurried rush,

economy broken, a royal flush.

So rare it was,

a lonely event,

streets abandoned

indignant discontent.

And now it does, a society grow,

arose the ashes we used to know,

rebuilt in time, from blood we lost,

the line of which we may have crossed.