The Night They Lost Detroit

The city looms huge. Empty. Shards of concrete and metal as desolate as the souls who twist within them. These buildings. These shells. This wasteland of the human condition.

We saw the fires from the lake. I saw towers burning from the shore. I felt the smoke slick my lungs. I felt the heat sting my eyes. I knew right then what would come next. I knew how a fire can spread across a dry land, like tiny fingers reaching across the globe. They let them all die there. Turned their backs, stuffed their pockets and this is the people's revenge. Lost city so huge, burning like a tiger in the night. So bright. So bright.

I inscribed crosses on my ammunition and muttered invocations peppered with curses under my breath as I tighten my hands around the butt of a shotgun. The fires now reaching the sky. The black clouds lite a sickly orange. Screams from the edge of empty parking lots. Broken glass glittering like diamonds strewn across the asphalt. Broken hands laced in prayer. Shattered faces reaching for heaven.

This is our anger burnt on the face of the earth. Us lost. Us forgotten. Us angels in the skin of devils. This city is lost and our rage can only search out new homes in the hearts and minds of the truly forgotten.  The world burns and no one seems to care.