Prayers for the Ghost City by David Wilk Sentient beings depart earth in the grey dawn, homeless doves seek shelter. The moon shudders, a dark balloon in space. What is left behind cannot be saved. We are passengers on a lost journey to a new home. What remains behind cannot be forgotten. Long lost songs in the dirt filled air. Say your prayers for the ghosts and elders. https://tinyletter.com/DavidWilk/archive