Gutted,
you silent monument to a happier time and place
hang beneath a sky
that promised bigger and better things.
And time has not been kind.
Your coat has cracked under duress
and the softest wind takes pieces of you when it leaves
like ashes in a plume.
The sun does not smile upon you.
It burns.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
Gutted,
you silent monument to a happier time and place
hang beneath a sky
that promised bigger and better things.
And time has not been kind.
Your coat has cracked under duress
and the softest wind takes pieces of you when it leaves
like ashes in a plume.
The sun does not smile upon you.
It burns.
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