Dead City

We circled the city at night. It was dead. The monolithic buildings hung under the empty sky with such sorrow it broke my heart. The clock tower told the wrong time. As we entered a seldom visited building I couldn't help but feel sorry for us all. The vacant buildings mirror the vacant lives of the Inland Savages. We came across a man sleeping on a ledge underneath a doorway. This sleeping man was a massive giant, his body spread across the ledge like a fallen oak. We flew through the empty parking lot on our boards, in the distance we could hear the faint cry of music. There was no running of engines, or screaming people, or honking horns. But there was the soft drifting notes of a song. We raced to find it's source. As we enclosed the hill it grew louder. We came up to a tall light post in the middle of the dead parking lot. Through it's loud speaker a song was playing. Sad and beautiful. We were the only two souls who experience this song since the day was long done. The sun was already down and no shoppers came to this dying market. We listened to the song play and stared up into the starless night.