Hear the sirens, hear the circus so profound
I hear the sirens, more and more in this here town
- Pearl jam

This here town
Old when I was born

A faded remnant of a once great city
more bruised postcard than shiny brochure.

A collection of shuttered businesses and empty lots
people here give directions based on what used to be there

One generation of people talk about what was,
while another dreams about what could have been.

This here town,
older still,

will outlive me,

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