Tell me about the grain that fell from the boards above;
And dusted my strewn desk with gritty powder.
Let me hear the voices of friends 'in this together';
Of their grist and grind on keyboard, mouse, mind.
I want to catch the spent emotion of decisions hard fought;
To see the happy simple days of summer labour short,
Please, and feel the lost cheery smile of Ruth and Mike;
Preserved only by the resonance of giant timber beams.
I never thought about the end of useful uses lost;
But now your eyes and mouth are boarded, silent, shut;
Your industry suspended,
we mostly carried on.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 1:37 AM UTC
Tell me about the grain that fell from the boards above;
And dusted my strewn desk with gritty powder.
Let me hear the voices of friends 'in this together';
Of their grist and grind on keyboard, mouse, mind.
I want to catch the spent emotion of decisions hard fought;
To see the happy simple days of summer labour short,
Please, and feel the lost cheery smile of Ruth and Mike;
Preserved only by the resonance of giant timber beams.
I never thought about the end of useful uses lost;
But now your eyes and mouth are boarded, silent, shut;
Your industry suspended,
we mostly carried on.
This is about the building where I worked for 10 years. It is now boarded up and empty awaiting someone who wants it.