What a lonely mill-town.
Displaced to save face.
Forgettable blocks of characters missing presence.
Abandoned factories of ‘remember when’ dissent.
As if, time can take the mortar away.
Or, a one legged crane can remove a mason’s sway.
Haggard are the traces etched in debris.
Once upon a time, a beacon for reprieve.
All at once, corrosion of titanic implosion.
Dead-end decadence set to a lack of emotion.