The vines are digging
In brickwork skulls;
Invading portents
Of cities come and gone.
The shattered rims
Of wary eyes
Proliferate:
Nuclear families are undone.
The fractured masses
Are huddled close together now,
Constricting round
The skulls civility has bought,
While seizures wrack
The naked mass
Who wait for news
That neither god nor man hath wrought.
And years of work,
It lies undone
In happy ashes
That cradle children
The kitchen heart,
The bedroom privates,
The foyer tongue,
And basement ruin.
The maw is stopped
By vacancy;
There is no feast
Of furniture,
Not since before
The vermin scurry
Around the hollow
Devoid of visitors.
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