the lost city.

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Humanity

the air silent with the memory

 

the images remain

 

there was once life and hell here

 

something of description filled the space

 

children chattering and making noise

 

always breaking something

 

neighbours yelling across the way

 

angy taxi drivers honking their horns

 

mothers hurrying to the market with their children

 

not a sound above the wind travels through here now.

 

no lonely pup begging for food

 

no children with tear stained faces awaiting charity.

 

no putrid smells of the unwashed ablusions

 

no rats crawling through the spaces

 

nothing.

 

even the rubble gives no clues to what was here

 

not one tangible identifyable piece of life or living

 

if only it would all come back, every stinking bit of it,

 

but it cant. not even God can fix it.

 

we lost our way.

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Losing Cities

Abandoned, forgotten, so topical a write. A city without life is excellent poetic terrain - Just Bein' Stella.

 

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