Saturday, September 21, 2013

The Rumpel Felt Company

Where machines once danced,
the air is stale and heavy with
absence.  Concrete, bricks
and signs suggest more than stirs
in this industrial ossuary.

I imagine visiting the skeleton
of an old friend, laughing at
a shared joke, disturbing
memories until the atmosphere
is as dense as a novel.

And I want to yell, Come on,
stand up and dance,
you must remember the song!

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