what's thought not heard

the distant sounds of traffic in the dark
strange gatherings on shadowy street
life and death could very quickly meet
life here is not a walk in some neat park
those who bear the eternal walker's mark
will not with cheer our smiles now greet
the road lies hard and rough under our feet
you don't come this way only for a lark
here it seems calm at least for this hour
the radio brings a message of good cheer
outside the shadow has not yet been raised
in the far distance one sits in a tower
observes the turbulence of the dark air
and wonders why we are not more amazed