Free... Write.

A silence
on the streets with
no one here because?
because they are all
gone.
Where are
they?
In the neon
dark. The "brightlite"
subways underground
and away from their mess
of what they made.
The littered streets
the black air,
the dying streams,
the crumbled buildings on fire.
They will regret.
They will wrench hearts
from the dying bodies of flesh, blood and bone.
To life! To
Don't feel. they all
shout
don't regret.
Just
a silence.