Ghosts live there now
and so do snakes
and yes in rains....the green grass
which turns golden
as dark clouds disappear....
also some unquenched thirsts
occasionally clouds of smokes
and bottles clinking
some spillingsof wines
and blood
and rages, joys, memories
hidden kisses
and dreams fulfilled
unfulfilled......
but who exist there more
are ghosts now
of unknown dead men
and of everything else
that has lived
and still lives there
dare they would've come here
if it wasn't abandoned
a decade ago

apartments
like soldiers in a disciplined platoon
asked to halt
in the middle of the parade
they stand
aligned
close and distanced
equally
stiff shoulders
erect postures
head upchin up
looking into horizon
spines perpendicular to earth
they stand
looking alike
they stand
and sometimes murmur
years together
but not a word spoken

They sleep there
upon each other
stacked.....
piled.....

Pull out one
and all wil come
to hug you
in their
round arms

they are the memories
of journeys
to lands far away
and nearby joyrides

different shapes
different ages
some with reminiscent roughness
of gone days
some smooth enough
to be dumped
some torn
punctured, withered

they all lie there
in wordless gloom
dead
or declared dead

yes it is a graveyard
of black circles
and bodies of rubber
once the wheels
of giants, dwarfs and neglected