In October’s slanted sun,
when temperatures drop
almost as fast as the leaves,
life goes on
oblivious of the season.
The steel mills are blooming.
Listen to the litany of lost jobs, Watch
the parking lot grow in its emptiness.
The sound of silence roars but
that does not stop the blossoming.
Thimbleweed and aster, Blackberry
and blazing star, the Creator reclaims
His garden. Yellowroot and one last
buttercup thrive where steel could not.
Blast furnaces sprout nests. Bobwhite
and mourning dove, kestrel and kildeer,
an unlikely congregation in the apse
of empty ovens. Coke plant and rolling mill,
deprived of industrial dreams
have found a higher calling.
Machinery rusts with creaks and moans,
Time clocks have stopped.
Nature’s way has overcome, undaunted
by the shenanigans of man.