The City Dump

It was the city dump. A morrow stretch of land built where no one wanted to live or go. Wide muddy tracks snaked around cyclopian mounds of trash. The smell was noxious even from where I was, a quarter mile away from the closest one. Bulldozer tracks wended between the rows. On my left and right the machines,. all broken, partially crushed, rusted, shattered, stood unevenly in the mud, stacked three high.