Layered concrete and brick brown
like a bakery cake gone stale,
this factory awaits demolition,
its long loading dock a mass
of splinters, half its windows busted.
The railroad still edges past,
and the turnpike shoulders overhead,
a thrust of massive green girders.
Note the small brick housings atop
the tarred roof, the big tank squatting
where the siding used to run.
Passing this hulk reminds us
how utile the cities were when
we were young enough to respect
the precision of manufacture.
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