All dissipated,
just rusty machinery,
shattered glass,
and crumbling brick.
The factory made the town.
The town took on the factory
as its noisy, dusty heart.
Now
a kind of silent, settled chaos
is heaped up
for the glinting sun,
the heavy rains,
the industrious rats.
Everything needed
for the ultimate fail
was always contained here.
Now,
industry tells the truth
about itself,
one unoiled wheel,
one broken window,
one unhinged door at a time.
The people,
like the lies,
have moved on.
