Smack

A jagged landscape in the hills,
worn and gray like an aging whore,
track marks and train tracks dotting
a horizon no ones cares to explore.
Pride abandoned, hope is lost
in this decaying matter, without grace,
black tar dripping, rivers neverending
promise vanished from this place.
Needling dependence upon this land
trees of dreams moldering
left to burn in the blazing sun
children and families smoldering.

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