The Motor City has been on my mind lately, which is how, I suppose, this happened. I plan on writing more about Detroit-I love it and want to visit it again in a strange way.
1920's Detroit / Courtesy Detnews.com
Detroit is a beautiful city.
Don't believe what they've told you
Don't swallow what they've fed you
Don't look at the broken windows
and broken workers.
Look past the plants-those empty Leviathans
Lords of the region, where winches and bodies
Once mobile
Stand rusted still, deadened and locked.
Look past the streets-corridors draw blood
that ends in suburbs, in sewers. The asphalt
Once living,
lies drained, broken and opened
Look past the roots-these rifled branches
stood and watched this city crave an escape,
Once possible,
now missing-gone with the people.
Don't look at the broken windows
and broken workers.
Don't swallow what they've fed you
Don't believe what they've told you
Detroit is a beautiful city.
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