June 30, 2017

Facades

There’s pain behind those vacant eyes
As brick by brick the walls come down
Their guts spewed out and packed away
To empty shops across the town.
Ragged doorways, toothless screaming
Barred by scaffold, gagged by tarp.
Urban renewal rips out memories,
Silencing the town’s old heart.

Karen

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