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Entropy
by Stephanie Lane Suttona dream poem
All of Detroit has gone up in flames.
I stand next to you on the roof of the abandoned boat house on Belle Isle
watching the cityscape burn against the sunset,
unable to tell where the heat ends and the sky begins.
We came here last summer to feed the ducks.
Even then it was falling apart.
They had shut down the aquarium, the petting zoo,
most of the roads unused for months.
Downtown
everyone has fallen to their knees,
Munchs ghosts wailing deep into the canvas.
As they scream, their tongues begin to rot
until they are black, writhing things,
slipping out of their jaws with the grace of dead fish.
From the roof on this island,
we cant see them,
and the sky is beautiful.
I remember once you said entropy was beautiful.
And I remember how we said wed always come back here;
we did, with different lovers,
but never did we return to this spot.
Were here again, but it seems like
its too late for the city,
no to mention we have nowhere else to go.
04/01/2008 Author's Note: NaPoWriMo - Day 1
Posted on 04/02/2008
Copyright © 2010 Stephanie Lane Sutton
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/02/08 at 11:32 AM I remember driving on the expressway the night of the riots back in the 60's. Detroit was dying then but it didn't seem to be recognized as the edge of the death bed. The disease seems to have spred to the whole state and I wonder how long before the contagion rolls through the whole country if not the whole world. Nice write! |
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