Steel skeletons rust
their parking lots are growing weeds
out on Neville Island
where memory stands the ingot
and dust collecting button,
now given up for street décor…
artistic point of view?….or
dreary gray embalmment…?
While skinny, peeling houses
packed in neat tight rows
observe the metal graveyards
and the smokes of hope
that dissipate…..
(this was my tribute poem to the closing steel mills in PA back in the 80’s; it was published in Midwest Poetry Review way back when)
