6 Landscapes – 3

This place was so alive when new, when young,
But now it’s dead. These dirty, empty streets:
This wire, strung like that of battlefields,
And weeds grown tall though watered with neglect.
But something uglier than time’s done this:
The way that people scorn forgotten ways,
And cast their vacant lots, and come up craps,
It’s all just misplaced bets, just vanity —
This lifeless husk where once the stalk grew green;
The once swept streets, now littered, lost,


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