Returning to rust

 

Once favoured with work and opportunity

redundant iron

fades with age and uselessness.

Built from dust it returns to rust

and peels like sunburn

with the exposure of days.

Deposed by usurping modernity

it lies uninterred

and scavenged by rain,

abandoned

to stain the ground

with its red-brown blood.
Grass and weeds now grow

and flow

through its arteries

surrounding it with enquiry

and contempt.