The Unkept
Blasted stones hold burden’s crown
stoically stained by vile trappings
Mortar hardened by sorrow’s sap
Fingers scream in window tappings
Their eyes wet from widened fissures
decrepit humors blamed into drains
Sallow old scenes wrapped roof to floor
The Unkept limping in sordid shames
Laughter slung into dark corners
sobbing silence pushes the clocks
Wandering the standing still crowd
drag old bagged bones to the docks
Unhomely space left no true trace
its doors stoutly withstood scrutiny
Thoughts slain by nerve cutting pain
unfit for planned unheld mutiny
Victims scattered among our grasses
persons emptied by dark deed’s lashes
Feared and misused poor beings erased
true science shines above the debased
EaS
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