08-06-2023, 10:12 AM 
	
	
	
		Hollow
Chains clink down rusted track
carrying refuse and scrap--
cans piling somewhere.
Metal arms beat the walls;
some have gone silent.
The owners left and won't come back,
their echoes still bounce;
the heart taken.
	
	
	
Chains clink down rusted track
carrying refuse and scrap--
cans piling somewhere.
Metal arms beat the walls;
some have gone silent.
The owners left and won't come back,
their echoes still bounce;
the heart taken.

 

 

