slam poetry

one by one, like leaves from a tree
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
there were three in the meadow by the brook
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
have you heard
passing through huddled and ugly walls
let me be sad
and my name is truthful
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
let me move slowly through the street
night was black and drear
sun and wind and beat of sea
who is the runner in the skies