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Detroit Sleeps
jerotich

Rank emissions knit
 1
webs down Thirteen Mile
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while mudded spackle
 3
skies taunt us,
 4
withholding their rain.
 5
 
 
Glossy new beaver pelt
 6
chrome rolls in
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stops and starts
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past outskirt strip malls
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toward each sprawling subdivision.
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(No longer neighborhoods-
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we've built our fences
 12
much too high by now.)
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The lake-effects have
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kissed us with cracked,
 15
bloody lips;
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frozen fountains
 17
and plaster statues
 18
wrap us tonight in stony arms;
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the frozen soul of Motown
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wearily stills us
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with a raspy lullaby;
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(but there will never be)
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down-stuffed comforters enough
 24
to keep out the cold.
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26 May 06


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It's hard to get passed Eminem's 8-mile trek in this work, and yet I see that you mean it that way. You want us to see that white soul boy -- at least for moment in the miles of Motor City.

Beyond that, I have to wonder, is

will

so necessary that each bit can't be made active and vicious?
 — DianaTrees

DianaTrees- I don't know if I completely understand your comment, but I appreciate that my poem brought such images to your mind.  Eminem was not foremost in my mind when I wrote this, but I can see how his story may parallel some things here.

My intention was only to compare the harsh environment of the city with the empty materialism which I've observed there.  I guess your interpretation has at least a glimmer or hopefulness?  Not a bad thing.
 — jerotich

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