The doorways inhale and exhale
Their intoxicating breath amidst the silence
Satiated by the insomnia of musicians
Playing to crowds that gather to be alone
Hoping to absorb the evisceration through their pachyderms
And nourish their sallow faces
Disappearing in a puff of smoke
Signalling their distance from each other
Drowning their sorrows
While waving in the throe
Not wanting to be brought ashore
But left to consolidate their fate.