A poor thing the past
pathetically lost
arthritic ghosts
sealed up for years
in the great houses
of Charleston
leprous walls
peeling white paint
& delicate spinets
cracked yellow keys
like old bones
exhumed among
crazed porcelain
pathetically lost
arthritic ghosts
sealed up for years
in the great houses
of Charleston
leprous walls
peeling white paint
& delicate spinets
cracked yellow keys
like old bones
exhumed among
crazed porcelain
A poor thing the past
to us full of blood
reeking of life
smelling the mould
hearing the faint
tick of decay
peering & prowling
through high-vaulted rooms
stopped by the stare
from insolent eyes
the fury of a life
that had been
& is still here
