A City Dead

The sound of silence
in the air.

The barren streets
you do share.

A covering of dust
you do wear.

The hapless burden
you do bear.

The secret hidden
not to share.

The occupants under
the broken layer.

A siege fought
without fear.

A scar carved
under the harsh glare.

Broken, burned, bent, forgotten.
A city defeated, a city lost, a city forgotten.
A city dead.


B. Valdez 5.19.13

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