Thoughts upon a Door
Corroded hinges
all that remain
of the heavy oaken
Door, hidden beneath
the Old Man's house,
long gone
Centuried gables
and cedar panels destroyed
by That Which ate Boston
as an hors d'oeuvre
Who was it
loosed upon humanity
a horror
older than time?
Termites
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