The Broken Home

The barn it is burning,
A world set alight,
Generations of proud men,
Disappear in the night.

A home for some old ones,
And creatures that hide,
Through a rogue cigarette dropped,
Disappears in the night.

Take flight with your sorrows,
Find another way,
Frightened wings give you power,
Disappear into day.

Your ancestor’s ruin,
A forgotten place,
Draws your eye five years later,
Disappear in that space.

Those burned planks of charcoal,
Still keep out the light,
After long years it’s still home,
Reappearing tonight.


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