Terminus – Marthasville – Atlanta:
City sprouted from ash
growing like kudzu – spreading and climbing
Once defined by trains and freight,
it twists like a 3-D puzzle,
Now defined by banks, computers, and banks of computers
Still, vast tonnages continue to pour through
like sand through the hourglass
by truck, plane, and, yes, still train
There are happy tonnages going home to grandma’s cookies
and brutalized tonnages: gaunt and haunting modern-day slave markets
People move about as if on winds only to halt
ironically pinned by their collective desire to move.
This is Terminus.