City at thee Edge ov thee End
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silent city
quiet like death
sullen like heartache
void of life...
Movement limited
to wind blown hangings 
and loose scattered trash.
Dark 
even in daylight
semi collapsing skyscrapers
casting forboding shade
with monsterous shadows
that seem to move 
with the dust in the air..
Vehicles parked in disaray
strewn across pavement 
in non directional formation..
some open doors bounce
and slap in the wind storm
against their frames.. 
causing uneasy percussion
low driving maddening beat
minimalistic tribal thumping
of the dead city. 
Time has past into non existance
and relevance is absurd
cities will die.. like everything else.

		- Lob
			7:27pm   5/23/98   HB,CA