we abandon

we abandon mines.
factories.
skid row
houses. school and cars
are left
on the side of highways,
in the alleyways
of desolation
we let the fires burn,
the cities fall
onto themselves.
we abandon children,
loved ones,
we
dispose of so much.
the new is better.
we move on, we move on
at the least sign of trouble.
it's a never ending road
with no pot
of gold at the end.