There are empty hallways where factories
once lived. Office carpet that is no
longer destined to wear out.
These are the discarded wrappers of society. Work litter.
Silent timeclocks hanging from broken walls. Buildings so full of quiet they are
deafening.
This is the footprint of
progress. Missed and crumpled schedules,
dead forklifts and petrified cranes remain motionless. Back-orders never to be filled, switchboards
that no longer blink and conveyer belts without a pulse.
From the highway, travelers
see only broken windows and grass growing up through empty parking lots. They cannot see the old sign-up sheet still
posted for the company picnic. In
pencil, Bob’s name, saying he’ll bring the mustard.
2 comments:
There are a lot of companies and areas that need to be just cleaned up and given back to Mother Nature and the Community. I say, blow them all up - remove all the remnants and plant trees and grass. No more ugly, no more trash, no more graffiti.
This is SO good!!!
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