Using this poem, to mourn the loss of a super huge steel mill, the Bethlehem Steel Company (1857~2003), Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.

Translated…

Death

with the Funeral, Already Over

Other than the Majestic Funeral March that Remained

Playing Repeatedly, on the Concerts

Nobody Shall, Ever Recall the Funeral Processions

Unsure, of How the Legend Goes

to Tell the Story, of a Great

Just Felt, that we’d, Arrived at, This Virtual Burial Site

Like how the Camera Lenses Suddenly, Zoomed in

Stuffed the Field of Visions Up Completely

here it is, at the start of its, “life”…photo from online…

And Yet, there’s that, Same Sad Sad Tune

that’s Played, Way Back When

Once You’d, Shouted

Screamed Aloud in Anger

During Those Eras of Golden Times of Yours

You Were Once, Everything

and Now, Someone Came, to Take You Over

But S/he Only Saw, the Shadows from the Layers atop the Rusty Steel Towers

Lying Right Here, without a Sound

with a Few Stainless-Steel Clouds Floating

No Longer Going to and Fro

Above Those, Abandoned, Factory Mills

Some Had, Come to Pay Their, Final Respects

But Not Saw the Burial Sites

Nor the Graves

But, only that Dying Light

Shedding the Remaining Rays

onto, that Forgotten World

its, better days…photo from online…

At Which Time, a Few Refractions of Light

Before the Skies Grew Completely Dark

Projected Themselves

onto that Final Resting Place of the Abandoned Burial of the Steels

to the Very Last of the Dying Ash of Time

And Everything Regarding it

Became, Less than, the Crumbs of…Memories

This showed, how an industry slowly dies, how it was once, so flourishing, to how it’d slowly, became, outdated and unneeded, and how things just, get, abandoned, like, how those, dynasties are, slowly, deteriorating, how the world is, slowly, dying by the days…