Raw brick and

plywood-soaked

moldy

 

toothless windows crumble back

into dark decay

where hardwood floors are

woven

and matted helplessly

into the weeds of want.

 

The Motor city

 

Sunk into a case hardened desert

a naked need drives,

 

where crones

weep over shopping cart bones,

 

where frail men squint and spit

deep into rusty mother buckets.