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Burning City

The city burns.

By Mack DevlinPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Burning City
Photo by Florian Olivo on Unsplash

My city is aflame.

A thick, apathetic fire

Burns through the mortar,

Laps at the bricks.

What does not burn blackens

Under the devil’s tongue.

The once golden avenues

Now empty sidewalks

Where the wind blows lonesome

And the crack rocks slide

From palm to palm.

Behind the run-down-movies,

They fill their lungs

With murderous substances.

The burnt rubber odor

Hangs in the air,

But no one cares.

Not anymore.

The massive blockbusters

That used to rattle the walls

Of the ancient cinema,

Replaced by skin flicks;

Simulated sex acts

On cheap celluloid.

When the workers rest

And the dewy mist descends,

When the world is asleep,

The city burns.

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About the Creator

Mack Devlin

Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.

We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.

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