AT THE STRAITS
Detroit riots and rots,/deteriorates and/resists resurrection.//Detroit's distraught, a rut/of debt and death, a depth/charge of desolation.//Dry as snot. A driven/disaster. A drag to/avoid. My home. Destroyed.
An immense metropolis: The wary mother of an internal forest.
ZUG GROSSE BELLE AND A TOWN CALLED HELL
Downtown once was fresh. Environment once pristine. Ten millennia plus since last glacier retreat. River brought sweat salt gravel hope bootleg rum and not-so-distant ancestors. Indigenous people were just shunted aside. Our kind built dangerous dump. Tell the ice come back.