my town melted into grief &

my town melted into grief &
solidified to 1950s robotica.  it is
an alone-thing now my
town a clanking
sputtering machine. i try
to leave but this people-
mover takes me back
again.  i imagine there is
life within somewhere a sense-
able human being
but maybe not: those
whirring spinning shining
blades are
moving in.