HISTORY MUSEUM
When the ending comes, it will be
wearing my hat. The train will be
just pulling in to Rahway - a few
fat black guys will be strolling on,
and some miserable lady with loud
flowers. 'Headed up t'Lizabeth. Gots
to by me some food.' Yes, that's the
way they talk if you let them.
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Outside the window, some quarry
of industrial death rolls along. Every
factory that ever was is now in ruins
or taken down for a song : we only
build the new, we cannot build the
old again. I notice they leave the
old chimneys up often - great
heights of brick to prove what
has beeN. It's a history museum
in the making, but nothing's
made any more.
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