I saw death

She couldn't feel death in her fingers
but I saw it
(come quick!)
-but I saw it and
I heard it cry
I covered my mouth
(evil speaks for itself)

I (actually) saw it.
Death.
mighty, dreadful death.
In the eyes of the stranded
half their way to Detroit
Dirty white tissues in their dirty black fingers
I saw death at night and it
didn't belong there
    (she wasn't laughing)
neither did they; they were stranded,
running upstream against time.
running for the phone
running from (what)
running from Detroit to Detroit
from something worse to something bad
kids with their kids and their parents
and nothing left to bring
but each other.
There were grapes of modern Wrath
in their eyes, or else
in the fingers of a dying girl,
but she couldn't feel it.
She hadn't felt it since Detroit.
    (she wasn't growing stronger)