as the ghosts of the city cry out
in broken desolation.
Highways that scream,
with the poltergeists of the past.
Graves ripped from the earth,
to lay pavement for progress,
and ignore the sentimental moralities,
of our ancestors,
who linger down lonely streets
Wondering who will be left,
to hear their cries, or care,
for the memories they leave behind.