This villanelle is a tribute to the Rust Belt, and all the communities devastated when corporations close their American plants in pursuit of cheaper labor abroad. Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below, their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain. Interred on unkempt plots, crumbling brick carcasses maintain evidence we’re forced to see if the trails of traffic slow where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain. Rush-hour bottlenecks, the frustrated drivers’ daily bane, exact tolls of tribute to hollowed homes lost long ago. Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain. Daylight, drowned in the windowless dam of a plywood pane, begs blackness, dwelling within abandoned walls, who’ll dare go where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain? Does the doll left naked on a spray-painted stoop remain to testify children once played under its portico? Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain. As darkness descends, the caravans of commuters wane, leaving deserted the injured, desolate Jericho. Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain, their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain. E. V. “Beth” Wyler grew up in Elmont, NY. At 43, she obtained her associate’s degree from Bergen Community College. She and her husband, Richard, share their empty Fair Lawn, NJ nest with 3 cats and a beta fish. Her oldest daughter is a biomedical engineer and her other two children are SUNY undergraduate students. E. V. Wyler’s poetry has been published in: The Storyteller, Feelings of the Heart, WestWard Quarterly, The Pink Chameleon, Nuthouse Magazine, The Rotary Dial, and on the website Poetry Soup. In addition, 3 accepted poems are pending publication in Vox Poetica.