Post Card from a Ghost Town Along Nowhere
If this reaches you before I discover an exit
& recommence my journey toward home
after a pause for imperative recalibration,
this starling will have proven its use after all.
Thomas Helm spoke with certain truth
when he said during his own odyssey,
“Perhaps this world was made for birds
But not for men.”
This place far north held beauty once
before nature reclaimed its territory.
With assumption, I’d throw a dart & say
after its greedy population got what it wanted
from mining sacred grounds for almighty dollar,
they abandoned it like they often do
when hormones got them horned up,
but Mother Nature had nothing left to give.
Tim Heerdink is the author of Somniloquy & Trauma in the Knottseau Well, The Human Remains, Red Flag and Other Poems, Razed Monuments, Checking Tickets on Oumaumua, Sailing the Edge of Time, I Hear a Siren’s Call, Ghost Map, A Cacophony of Birds in the House of Dread, and short stories, The Tithing of Man and HEA-VEN2. His poems appear in various journals and anthologies. He is the President of Midwest Writers Guild of Evansville, Indiana.
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