The Idea of Detroit
Detroit just sits there
like the head of a large dog on a serving platter.
It lurks in the middle of a continent,
or passes itself off as a civilization dangling at the end of a rope.
The lumpiness of the skyline
is the lumpiness of a sheet stretched over
what’s left of a tender young body.
Detroit groans and aches and oppresses.
Jan 27, 2016