Streets of Philadelphia

The first to go were the children,

Little jerseys missing hoops:

devoured by their innocence.

Then the gossiping women,

knitting at the park, their

first discovery their last.

Gone was the street, just

like how Katrina gobbled up

America, but this time hopeless.

The road was inside a man,

beginning at his mouth all

the way down: within were

lesions of boiling blood

culminating in screams of

death as the release of the

desired painless agony refused:

And by one by one, everyone

packed up, leaving behind

everything, walking down

the imaginary boulevard

out of the abyss.

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This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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