stop calling my name

we stare at the view out the cracked windows and holes in the
weather battered walls the buildings are tattered shuttered
rusted metal no-progress lives inside fractured concreted
earth damaged for a transitory reason obsolescence
within some went to jail died ol’ computes gutted for
metal they pass around paper that’s not really gold or silver
not even a sliver outside the grass and weeds grow through
cracks in the streets and parking lots we mostly ride bicycles
now we come here for the roof cubicles caved-in they're not
safe nevertheless or more we survive with strange canned
victuals and those leaky metal roofs overhead prodded to
respond we didn’t we worked a little recreated discovered
old virtual worlds called in sick relented to the fast lies
everything's rusted damaged the wharfs fell into the sea

didn’t we believe

it’s something else