Unnamed

The buildings have no names.
The streets have no names.
The people have no names.
All these things lost
In a city.
Unnamed and drifting.
Drifting like ash left to float
As the fire dies down.
A fire that once fuelled the
Metropolitan life.
Now just a cinder.
Embers providing heat to an
Unnamed existence.
Nameless people gravitating towards
That last fading light
And heat.
In search of a feeling that can
Be named.
A feeling they believe can
Deliver them from
The dark.
Hope.