Friday, December 11, 2009

Houses I Have Known (to be continued)

a worn out farm
lodged on aged
horses’ backs

slow whither,
rainwater spewed
from gutters
choked on past
autumn leaves

shingles curl
at edges,
warp and weather

slick black
in the rain,
a tired cracked
grey beneath
high noon.

all the fallen
houses I have known,
gaping doors
and windows

always the roof
to bear down
on the rot,
witness to all
manner of decay

the estate
overgrown
settles beneath
thick leaves
moulding bound
in brush and vines

dandelions bloom
out of dark gramophones

flies impose on sepian figures
preserved under glass

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