I flicker pink through broken panes
Moss drinks rain on steel spines
Girl with film catches slow stains
Shutter snaps the decline
Buzzing moss eats the foundry dead
Pink glow paints the rust in red
She frames the rot where wheels once turned
Light holds ground where smoke once burned
I watch her hop a freight train slow
Lens catches moss on gear teeth
Pink reflects in puddles low
Industry exhales beneath
Buzzing moss eats the foundry dead
Pink glow paints the rust in red
She frames the rot where wheels once turned
Light holds ground where smoke once burned
Morning cracks the window wire
Dew beads on my buzzing crown
She clicks the gate the fence the fire
Footprints fade on dirty ground
Buzzing moss eats the foundry dead
Pink glow paints the rust in red
She frames the rot where wheels once turned
Light holds ground where smoke once burned
Winter bites the copper pipe
Ice crowns moss on dead machines
She trades the rolls for gasoline
Engine coughs on frozen seams
Pedal steel cries through prairie air
Harmonica moans low and slow
Sign keeps buzzing patient bare
Watching seasons come and go
Spring returns with green advance
Moss swallows conveyor belt
She mails the prints takes one last glance
Pink still hums where ruin knelt
Buzzing moss eats the foundry dead
Pink glow paints the rust in red
She frames the rot where wheels once turned
Light holds ground where smoke once burned
Buzzing moss owns the foundry dead
Pink still burns where rust once bled
Shutter clicks the sign remains
Pink outlives the rust and rains
