Old Scars by Leo Hohmann on Flickr. There she sits at the end of the street.
Like a huge mausoleum,
Storing her secrets behind lock and key,
Stories that will haunt us until they’ve been told.
She is Gastonia’s Trenton Mill.
Just one of many old brick beauties
That litter the landscape
of countless Southern cities.
Used and abused by the businessmen of their day,
Who rung tightly from their bones
Every last bit of efficiency
Eliminating all waste
From the buildings and bodies they owned.
When the parts wore out,
They shifted their “assets” overseas.
They built new buildings and hired cheaper hands –
Trumpeting the promise of new economies.
But what of the old stuff that got left behind?
Old mill village folks in leaky old mill village homes.
What of their kids, and their kids’ families,
The ones who never got out of that bind?
Those assets became someone else’s liabilities.
Their lives resemble those buildings,
The ones at the end of the street.
Scarred, patched, leaking, and hanging by a thread.
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