Decay

Man made. Designed to withstand unknown time.
Monuments to the mind. Chambers to the hive.
Once primed to host commerce. Or abodes, until adverse
economic climates eviscerate them, silent.

Until the architectural corpse resurrects, through the miracle of decay.

Skin like paint peels away. Reveals flesh toned brick core.
Metals return to the browns of earth. Rust is like raw dirt.
(it) Paints its murals. Itself (is) its own tools.

It strips the past away.
The beauty of decay.

In contrast with man himself, dereliction enhanced aesthetics.
In contrast with man himself, the decrepit eschewed pathetic.

(repeat parts 1&2)

Statues worn through leprous decay. Limbs fell away.
All whites now grey, brown or green shades.
Wires left in pseudo botanical bouquets fall.