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