| A succulent in my backyard. This bloom was short and it was dead a week after I took this photo. |

Fields and FactoriesThe heart is gone now from this placeFields and Factories by ~Spectic
Like the setting of the sun
Some watched it fade with weary face
But nothing could be done
The kindred souls have taken leave
Apprentices take their post
Textbooks and scalpels up their sleeve
Wearing masks of ancient ghosts
It is dark now in the lowlands here
And everyone is still
They read letters unmarked by smudge or tear
From those that hold the will
The mechanical mediator brakes
Some bodies shuffle on
His one-way conveyor only takes
Those who have already gone
And when they reach the final stage
And look back that final night
There are only factories cracked with age
And meadows