The Day After Greed

walking the greying streets, between the broken down and vacant buildings.... through the alleyways.. concrete graveyards... the hint of smoke hangs in the air.... the stain of soot, the taste of death... lingers.... i closed my eyes and saw the bodies... strewn in the street like trash blown against a fence... eyes wild, faces contorted, ... death, and it's brothers and sisters... storefronts dark and ominous, gas pumps stand alone like angry sores, oozing into the emptiness. great black birds fly, casting shadows that search for tiny particles of light.... stray dogs roam in packs, hungry for flesh! only the sound of the great oil rigs pumping in the distance.... an old tattered flag blown by a cold infidel wind!