Shadows

Shadows on the walls
Of no reflection
Crawling along a hollow path
Of diced bricks, cobbled with pointy rocks
Leading into a dark room
Filled with the stench of misery and abandon

Memories of hate and famine crouching
On the faces of wasted hangers
Piles and heaps of dirt flirting
With the angers of scavenging insects
Who’ve built an empire of a flourishing garden
On the foundations of a desk of fine carpentry
With an inside rot giving way to the tempo of collapse

Shadows on a wall
Of no reflection
Rages on the backs of a mountain
Of macho granite crushed into sand dunes
By the fancies of flamboyant storms

Memories of hate and drudgery
Plastered as rickety carvings
Waiting to be swept into oblivion
By the bulldozers of woeful codes