Archived
I protect the abandoned
paint over the graffiti
fill the shattered warehouse windows
with kapok stuffing,
lag rusting pipes with pitch and tar
chain all the broken doors from the inside.
Sleep on mounds of archived words
eyes drooping over yellowing pages.
One day I'm going to burn it all down,
but not this winter,
I still have to keep the dead
a little lukewarm.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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