The description says:
"Night-time stretches out in the city where an anonymous crowd surges along a busy street, self - absorbed in their own worlds, intent on their respective destinations.
...
Dwarfed by the forest of towering skyscrapers and cranes, the artist points to a forlorn dead cat by the street with a poem:"
"While men carried
Their dead with a stretcher,
They left a dead cat on the road;
But even if they would bury the cat
They would do it
Not because it has a soul
But because it stinks. "
Quite an imagery, isn't it?
(Disclaimer: courtesy of SAM, please don't sue me, I copied it because I liked it)
