“Bereft of care and dignity in their old age, they take up too much space/land, they shelter vermin/cancer, and their bones have weakened. Rest in pieces, nothing reclaimed, forgotten.”
“A pathetic sight that’s not so rare
Heaps of garbage everywhere
Lead, asbestos, junk hardware
Neighbors are a true nightmare”
“It seems a silliness to mourn
The past’s detritus, junk like this —
To think of years a house has seen,
Compared to what its present is.
Yet somehow I long to restore
The leaning pillars, rotting wood,
To shore beneath a sagging floor,
To think that all that can be, could.
It’s not to be, this will be razed,
Built up again in fashion new,
O Soul, someday your turn will come,
To be rebuilt — plumb, level, true.”
[Practically_Yours, all commenting on Daily Demolition Report: Tulane Highway]
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