so fresh and free of daily debris
that now stuffs its clefts
so pristine, so untouched, so clean
only the crafters caring touch
laid hands upon skin
but the yellow tape was removed
and the posts were lifted
and so began its slow deterioration
cold and heat days, snow and sleet days
not to mention the years of tears
that fell from the sky
puddles came and puddles dried
walked upon, used and abused
until finally a thin crack formed
and its face broke off in places
and it became old and worn
more of an eye sore
then a concrete floor
crushed up butts and angry weeds
now fill in its cavernous seams
and it’s wasting away
in unkempt decay
its story untold
never the chance to say its say
cracked and silent til its final days