Derelict Dereliction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Derelict – Word of the Day


Photo: a derelict steam engine cab, outside the Gwalia Museum.



Derelict Dereliction

A macabre vision irrupts the scene
of rust and rotting plaster
a sombre funeral for the eyes
deposited for all to see
cast off, derelict,
left for dead,
as if nothing really counts,
and, as with metal,
or with plaster
one might say,
so with flesh and blood,
when we disregard each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Country, Free Verse, life, poem, Trains

17 responses to “Derelict Dereliction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. ouch packs a punch in that last line .. great imagery to lead into it …

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  2. the hollowness of that structure mirrors your last line and vice versa – makes me pause

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  3. Powerful on so many levels. For me, it conjures up “The Wall” in all its disregard for humanity…

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  4. Ennle Madresan

    Painfully true.

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  5. Lyn CANNON

    Very deep – confronting challenging


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