Don't tell me you love me

Don't tell me you love me,
when the long night of day is so cold.
Don't grasp for dry eyes
I tell you
the way of my footsteps is lost.
When unspeakable shame has emerged
and crawls through the passions
of dirty streets
with the cold steel of forceful advance.

The hawk has a strong wing.
Sorrow of wings that are lost
in the shadows of alleys
where refugees weigh up the cost.
I swear they stopped beating
arrested
with my own.

Did they rip me to shreds because
I was then walking alone?
Did I spiral to ground
that the pain of the street could be known?
My life to all things
never known.