The continuum of cries
Run through the bruised walls
And the fissures
Open their jaws wide
To gulp them
And then spit them out
After chewing their skins
The windows speak in Bells
As the wind high or low
Passes by and gets in
The roof doesn't cover the head
It sieves the thickest sands
My granny had hung a lamp
In the middle of the door
That makes one cower
To the porch and then out
In the ashes of evening
The building balloons to the city
And people whisper
Sleep, the Dracula is on the move