(Deviant Art - BardaWolf)
An abandoned front
A cold emptiness a stark reality
Horizon is undone,
Buckled and reemerging behind
Black iron posts – the rain’s collected
Beneath the lifeless, useless bridge
A spattering that reflects
The iron bones left
After time and scrappers left it bare
In the middle a pause
To see a budding metropolis
Conveniently drawn
Through the center arc -
The third in old, paved glass windows
Broken by bricks – sheltering a scrap heap
Hidden in the shadows.
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