it starts to collect and grow

in

the ticking minutes post midnight

the first shadows of decay

the final rays of sunlight

the high speed crash which stifles

the laughter of every joy ride

the corners of the room where no one sits



cobwebs creep and cluster

causing claustrophobics to cling to one another

afraid of public restrooms

yet accepting of strangers embraces

as the blind man hears a train

and thanks god he can't see it

for some sounds look more hideous than they are



it festers as

the house grows lonely

the lawn becomes unkempt

the kids have grown and gone

the dog has died and decayed

beneath a short white post

reading in peace resting



it finds every home

and every bone

and every body

and every dashboard

and every beginning

and especially every end