Abandonment
Humanity may emit a brief chortle.
However, he remembers he is a mere mortal.
Many of the towns and buildings he has been
are desolate and quiet, as they are no longer lived in.
There are reminders of tall, untrimmed grass.
In window panes, there is broken glass.
Fallen leaves are strewn on the ground.
Indications of abandonment remain all around.
For one reason or another, inhabitants did not stay.
They merely packed up their things and went away.
A lifeless shell of a village remains today.
All signs of human life we can no longer see.
Once again, it is nature reigning supremely.
Written after seeing a series of photographs.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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