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!