Faded city, silent city

buildings loom eerie, white on grey,

shadow people pass, faceless, noiseless

rushing nowhere in such a hurry

there, and then gone

traffic is mere wisps of movement

blurs of vacant motion

I can’t quite hear

I can’t quite see

nothing comes into focus

nothing is clear

no colour, no life

only shadow, and outline

like a drawing not quite finished

like a city long gone

fading to ghostly remains

is this place dead, the ghost of what was

or am I, a reluctant spectre

haunting forever the city’s feast