Long prior - I took to the wheel On a day, fairly, surreal Amid one of my visits back home I went to see, tailgating, all alone My boyhood city. A city on its knees I began patrolling, unemotionally Among, the hollowed, disintegrated, arteries I've gone into a run-down, stepping ground Of relinquished houses, torched down Cess-pool of spoiled industries, shook Dismal, diminishing, to tears look A catastrophe of block, smoke, and gook Miles and miles of wrongdoing, invaded places The most exceedingly awful, that humankind embraces Free, with the blazing fury Of youthful, spontaneity I started to take pictures, ardently Of drifters, hobos, winos, and the beggarly Wearing, worn out, robe of strands And vagrants with solidified hands Crouched around, enormous, hot drum cans Without modesty, I eagle-eyed The crestfallen, with nowhere to hide That permeates, everywhere, I spied Offering itself for examination A photo of urban immolation I was alone in a no man's homey And in a no man's city © daniel miltz