Sorrow by James Lilley and B F Jones

Poetry

My faith left when the streets emptied 
Roller-coasters running with no riders 
Town full of ghosts 
Something no longer there 
Not known by name 
Innumerable dread. 

My faith left  
When I stumbled upon discarded 
Party balloons and love corals 
Remnants of a life that no longer is 
Swept away by plastic waves 
Of toxic sludge.