The City

The city is abandoned,
condemned –
Buildings falling to ruin
as deer forage
where cars once pulsed
like blood
in the streets.

It exhales dust
and whispers of creatures
that walked upright
and traded shiny coins
for their souls.

Feverfew flowers
against the stark walls
of banks and shopping centers.
Windows gaping open
with glass shard teeth.

Bird songs echo
in empty stairwells
and the skin of billboards
peels away like rot.

The city remembers
the press of footsteps
the hum of voices
but it doesn’t mourn
our absence –
just our potential.