A place of crosses and bullet shells
sold by auction. Flattened cars
sold by negotiation. Muddy ribcage
to be inspected by appointment
with an undead agent. Vendors
stinking cadavers. Property
of decomposition. A house amazing
-ly decrepit. Did we enjoy prosperity
‘s graveyard? To report
conditions of infestations? No
place like home. It’s me and you
dusting this debris, kicking vultures
out of our craters. Floor boards
become of coffins, curtains
of bloody uniforms. Let’s haunt this house.