An old man stumbles down the side of the road
eyes sunken, skull worn away, 3 teeth
he wears an old coat
and he's
exactly where God put him
in the slums of 5th ward, with his
house made of garbage
and his yard littered with needles
the sun is setting over this proto-cyberpunk dystopia
the city is gorgeous for something so deadly
Monstrous waves of guilt, self abuse, and malnutrition
like radiation poisoning
"slow death
immense decay"
the man screams at the sky
his rotten skin burned from the elements
his remaining teeth sticking out like fangs
A nuclear winter wouldn't make it any better
but we're aching for a cool breeze
the rattle of the cicadas will
be the death of us all
Unborn, unspoken
I ran towards the light
and hear the raving of rabid dogs
so this must be hell
The Night Watch 