Our Bodies Are Braille

Streets are swollen bodies
There are tunnels beneath this town
That weep black rivers above ground
Our bodies are braille
For the lonely treasures hands have known
We remain who we are
Even as our faces fall to pieces
When you walk through this decomposed concrete
Houses jostle firmly hooked into one another
Keep your shoes clean
Keep the windows shut
Keep the city out
Keep yourself clean
Our bodies are braille