Dynamo

Empty factory in Berlin
I sat below your walls,
Desolate as sky
beneath the deep real.
Cracks and crumbs
rest like the steam in the towers,
Company in the whispers
of echoes from the Spree.

Empty factory
I was your only visitor.
Others came before,
but they have forgotten
now that you are no longer theirs.
Your heart is gone now,
Sold to a bidder for a sum
in the darkness of light.

Empty,
That is your product now.
Silent ruins of dark times
that shone brightly;
No more movement,
No more dynamo.
That is your product now.
Empty.

dynamo

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