Duarte Statue Flatland

Here is where rattlesnakes
             were over paved
                      pools of prosperity
                      bathe bears bearing heat.
Duarte's ranch: now burbed
                      sighing street
                      plaza crissed in red brick spokes
                      no body gathered in this
                      gathering place

Man's nose burnt red, sores and sot eyes
                      pushed past a stray shopping
                      cart.

Land crushed. People scattered.
But autos keep constant course
                       slip beyond Duarte's ceaseless fountain
                       prowl the many million mile
                                 tar and tread
                                 hard pan viaduct
                                 atop sullen yellow soil
                       orange orchard relegated
                       to two grated squares on
                       perimeter,
                       laden of green orbs.