IN OLD ELIZABETHTOWN
The same old middle, having moved
to the edge, now resembles a partridge
on fire, jettisoning its own body weight
to frantically try staying afloat.. The
view from one place seems as good as
another: The old iron fences that keep
out the living...keep in the dead just as
well. In old Elizabethtown, the .dollar
stores are thriving.
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Once there was a social-club disaster:
When the balcony collapsed and all
the dancers were crushed. You'd think
an atom bomb had gone off.
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