Furniture lay broken in the middle of the street
this odd sight seems out of place
the starving dog trots by burning remnants
and hungry tenements.
There is no food for him here.
It's hard to believe there ever was.
Something echoes in the air
although it is silent.

It's dead, this place.
It could be anywhere
now it's gone
a rag doll lays on the ground, its eyes closed
Nightmares leave messes.