View Master
Spin
the wheel and broken elevators descend dark slopes
seen
as if through the wrong end of a sailor’s spyglass
Click
and behold a decaying hillside subsistence Eden
carved
like stairways of greenery glimpsed from a ship
Peek
into galleries of suffering, disaster, and reduction
scribed
on reels of a world collapsing and wave-imperiled
Crank
past spectral mills and lopsided warehouses
tilted
open-sky roofs and ribbed steel dripping rust
Sort
and spindle storm-damaged border town images
scraped
scenes impoverished, windblown, and flooded
Inspect
instead a city’s cracked eyes holding back tears
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