The Bitter Absence of All Life, the Town That Was.
The summer sun beats down
The ghastly heat rises up
From the charred remains of a town that was
And a people who were.
Gone, is the vibrant community
Scattered bricks, crumpled roads
Bent pipes releasing toxic gases
Are left to inhabit this land today.
Smoke pockets curl up to greet you
And the earth is hot to the touch.
The fire continues to rage
In a coal vein, out of control
Beneath the town that was.
One wonders how it all began
When and how it will all end
And what became of the people
Who lived in the town that was.
~Diana M. Helm via Centralia, PA (aka Silent Hill, PA)