Lumber yard Construction Sunset Industry Destruction Regret Built city Production End it Flat lands Reduction Spend it Mountain land Obstruction Bend it Train Station Seduction Defend it Cross puzzle Induction Up ended Graveyard Destruction Unscented

Train tracks like a tattoo Down the arm of my city Bogged down in boom time Every house tells Of another boom that flared Then died Cities aren’t trees They are built for industry Not for beauty Or the practicality Of water and air Or…