GHOSTED STREETS

First published in April 2022

Streets silent
with emptiness,
cycles overturned
wheels still spinning
in the light breeze,
windows gazing down
from blinded eyes,
bloodied bodies
lying on the floor.

Birds hover
in streets, black
wings flapping
like funereal chill,
their featherd
eyes losing sight,
no people, broken
windows, broken streets,
everyone departed
leaving empty doorways

haunting every house.