Empty soul, the lost forgotten house

once full of laughter
now
one more skeleton
rotten wood, crumble plaster
part of the broken and grave human disaster
and the spirit wanders
looking for its true home
beyond tipi
beyond tent
walls corruptible
indestructible
through forever-time will stand
found in its dying
a house not made of hand

Decapitated Detroit

and thoughtless moments will bring the cross when all is quiet.
don't think and die
wait
wonder
then resurection