Abandoned hotels everywhere
White and coral paint tainted with a fresh coat of revolution
Empty carcasses walking along the pathway
One foot dragging behind the other
In ways we cannot understand
These hotels shed tears
Use me, they yell
Use my ornamented fresco
Use my heated pools and use my egyptian cotton beach towels
You aristocratic fools
Please, they say
But the streets are isolated for miles and miles
No trace can be found
Only leftover garbage
And the familiar scent of sulfur
But no one is here to smell it.
