Originally written in 2017.
This wall of steel, it stands
Bereft of life
Its coils unyielding, cold,
As if in death
It rends the earth,
Just like a scar amongst the greenery
A curse inflicted upon nature,
The nature, that we now possess.
Its links are rotting, chains are rusting,
Around it flowers coil as they may,
And birds that land here do so chirping
But why, why land upon this wall,
This wall of death and of decay.
And yet a testament it stands, to ingenuity and purpose,
A hand once built this, and inflicted
Upon the scenery, this upright rotting carcass.
Leave a Reply