Man-U-Fracturing Structure.
The process of falling to ruin.
Manufracturing Structure.
It rises in
industrial splendor
reduced to waste,
just a blur on
the horizons it blots
Ramshackle, man's labor,
mars nature.
Here the sweat
of mens brows
mixed with soil and toil
brought markets
a product once needed.
Now derelict it sits
in grey squalor spoiled
haunted by some long dead
common workers.
Its cranium a nest
for the birds,
its belly a warm spot
for field mice,
amidst empty cartons discarded.
Weeds slowly choking
its foundations as
nature reclaims its
stilled carcass
and renders it mulch
for the field.
Are we not all derelict
structures of flesh
when we reach that
point of no return
condemened to sit idle
an eyesore amidst
the beauty we once knew
the windows of our eyes
cracked by cataracts
or bloodshot by glaucoma
the clock of a coma-tose state.
our exteriors sagging
like old barns
our interiors
brittle and fracturing
the drywalls of our souls
shedding fragments
of memories forgotten
Savor the real estate
of who you are
before you become
un-real estates
left to rot in a six foot plot.
Do not rush to ruin
the temples God granted you
with drugs and alcohol
Soon enough you will
wobble when you walk
become incoherent
staggering through the
Jurassic age of your life.
Look to the abandoned
factories and homes
restaraunts and stores
and see them as a mirror
of what's to come.
And when you are finally
ramshackled flesh
sit in your designated
chair on wheels
like mobile homeless
and relive your youthful days
with whimsical smiles
on the facade of your faces
that once held
architectural renderings
others loved to behold
far too soon
reduced to
crumbling parchment
stretched tightly across
bone white skeletal remains.
"Such is Life."
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III