End of the Line: Photograph by David FB, Poem by James Takeo

I was inspired to write a poem after seeing some of the latest photographs by David FB at Studio73.

EOL

Photograph by David FB
June, 2013
Studio73Welland.com

End of the Line

 

No longer does the factory roar

 

It utters nary a sound

 

The rust has come to strip away

 

What is little to be found

 

Weeds and trees and spots of green

 

Seep up through the cracks

 

Only stones and bones of buildings

 

And rusted railway tracks

 

There is big emptiness inside

 

Where once the machines beat

 

Now empty row of metal shell

 

Sits on quiet street

 

The gauges do not measure

 

The cranes will lift no more

 

All is gone and stripped away

 

Only leaving core

 

Pipes no longer rolling

 

Hammers do not fall

 

Forges no longer burning

 

Rust now consumes all

 

When they come to tear it

 

Strip it from its roots

 

Last time through these rusted gates

 

Will trample steel-toed boots

 

The punch-clock is now long-gone

 

This place, now out of time

 

The last shift had left long ago

 

Here at the end of the line

 

 

©2013 James Takeo

 

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