Feast

The bricks show,
Through the empty room,
A chair unused,
As the light shines through,
The broken window pane.

Pipes on the wall,
The floor covered,
In pigeon excrement,
No life can be seen,
In this once useful room.

Decay on the walls,
As the plaster peels,
The wine rack stands empty,
Waiting for the bottles,
Left laying unclean.

The stench of decomposition,
From the far corner,
No bodies can be seen,
Just bones from the deceased,
As detrivores feast.

© 2015-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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