DISAPPEAR BY INTENTIONS
The evidences of the aftermath remain:
names scrawled on walls, houses disfigured
by paint, vandalism at every corner. Two
old cars, down on their springs, sagging in some
corner lot. The schoolyard fence, fallen in, has
lost its basketball nets. At the corner, the old
red-brick firehouse marked '1894' stands
proudly but forlorn - bereft of any use
and meaning. Kids stare back, at nothing,
wincing to belch or throwing some
stones. It's now a cat-like world -
silent but for meowing, when not
chasing some useless yarn.
The evidences of the aftermath remain:
names scrawled on walls, houses disfigured
by paint, vandalism at every corner. Two
old cars, down on their springs, sagging in some
corner lot. The schoolyard fence, fallen in, has
lost its basketball nets. At the corner, the old
red-brick firehouse marked '1894' stands
proudly but forlorn - bereft of any use
and meaning. Kids stare back, at nothing,
wincing to belch or throwing some
stones. It's now a cat-like world -
silent but for meowing, when not
chasing some useless yarn.
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