Trudge, feet, upon the earth, cracked and worn
with mud caking the sidewalk. Ghosts
wander the abandoned avenues.
Drawn out faces, scratched
negatives that flicker on the reel. Rumbling
clouds paw the horizon. The stars fall pitter–
patter on the pavement.
The lights diminished to a point of glow, and then
snuffed out in the moaning gusts.
Shadows blanket the vectors of concrete. On their journey
to an unknown—unnamed—
home, the corpses look
upward to something long forgotten. Crash
and crackle, igniting air molecules,
tinder the lightning rodded roof. In a puff of smoke,
the city forgotten in a blaze of downpour.
Bodies sink—return to
the earth—but their souls departed
long ago.
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Words Lost in the Wind
Poetry*Revised as of Feb. 2020* A collection of poems about fleeting time, mortality, and lost things. Maybe you can find them.
