The winds
of Heaven
like God’s wrath
storm through
the abandoned house
fragile now
in its emptiness
only a shell
doors opened bang shut
in a gruff voice
a rag doll
huddled in a corner
tries to still
smile
a love letter
read in the wind’s sarcastic laughter
wanders through
room after room
like an old ghost
Spiders crawl
down sinks
batten down the hatches
something stinks
all the little
human touches
only look ridiculous
as all hell is let loose
on this stupid habitation
that still clings
to the word
home.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-word-home/
