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.
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