By STEVEN T. MOORE American teens sticky beachbeneath their toesgossip laughdrink beerseagulls scream jump and singit’s springtimesun sparklingthis afternoon faraway a young girl wearing yellow lies frozennext to a halfeaten buildingthe grass is graytrees have losttheir leaves a lone arm dangles down the streeta leg leans against wooden fence, a hand rests nearby  charred boy still on bike no screaming train in sight vacant homes hollow schools blinking streetlights no birds at allmoon and starshave gone silent  Dr.