Sinkhole

November water somber black Runs under haunted houses down the block Moving through the shallow aqueducts Poisoning shadows, contaminated, liquefied Red bricks cling to deposits rank decay Waters feed on foundations on limestone rocks Down there to etch the center of the soul Sinkholes gobble up the ground Houses draw their own conclusions, shatter Take men down as well in fear, in sin with malice Expire as the lungs fill up with sediment Only silent water knows the hour There are no tombstones by the sinkhole graves Silent meanderings, black water, somber wet Continue down beneath the street Gravity of the matter takes on meaning; holds Sidewalks are known to walk alone When sink holes take your home