Doomsday Playlist

I am a conquistador when I walk down Wharton Avenue.

Construction crews push out people we no longer want,

making room for pet stores that store power

in unsuspecting hands. My hands try to be gentle,

but I know I’m not wanted here.

When the transformation is complete,

and the unwanted pack dusty photo albums

and hurry to the next zone,

the cycle repeats like

a doomsday playlist.