Pewter blinks of tarnished glass,
crumbling and cracked,
beneath dirt, oil and broke ambition -
filthy reminder of the past,
and where humanity's reflection -
Ethereal wreckage of gnarled stars,
lamented and wailed,
abandoned light, hope and time –
rubber soles on worn souls,
who knows but they and us –
what paths have been lost.
With each step we leave behind,
we pass someone life derides,
alone and dead –
broken on the junk road.