A Small Concrete Building Poem by William L Roberts

At the end of a dirt road
Through a tangled boggy wood
Sits a small concrete building,
All of ten feet by fifteen.
It's surrounded by chainlink fencing.
It's watched over by surveillance cameras.
On my walk, I'd passed a gate
And numerous 'No Trespassing' signs.
This is not a town
That opens its heart to just anyone.
If you've not lived all your life here
You'll never belong.
Now I sit on a rock and look.
I hear your words in its steady hum.
It has a voice, but I have none.
This is the well that's featured on the town website,
That's soon gonna fail
And leave us all parched.
I'm in no hurry to move on.
My house's an empty shell
Since you've been gone.