Runcible Spoon

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Arrivals to the troubled city

rarely notice signs of decay

urgent for tourism,

blissfully ignoring

the homeless on each corner

cardboard signs requesting help,

the gaping fronts of vacant stores

at least one on every block,

small businesses subtracted

from the economy

along with the lives they  nurtured.

And cameras, cameras, cameras

videoing everything,

so they can take back proof

they were really here.