I like to read poems to my boys as a part of their bedtime routine. Right now we’re working through Shel Silverstein’s classic Where The Sidewalk Ends. This poem, Enter This Deserted House, seemed to speak to the lack of respect shown to Detroit from all quarters – including, in many cases, from within.
It didn’t take much effort to find an appropriate “ruin porn” photo to go with it.
What do you think?