When a Factory Closes
once again, it is done.
and Dread abounds.
i must re-prepare, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar Words
to make a Home again
for a little while.
and say goodbye
to just-rooted friendships.
i must re-acquaint, they say
and crawl beyond Familiar People
to make a Home again
for a little while.
always they smile in indifference
and offer up token strategies
as the town shutters-up beneath them
and the graveyards go abandoned.
now, once again, i stand before the world
within the full measure of my Isolation.
a cacophony of Choice.
yet i hear Nothing.
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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