060710f How Are The Hearts That Was Here Poem by Manonton Dalan

i touch brick wall; once a masterpiece
now grout turn to dust covered with moss
gaping seams where water has freedom
sloshing from broken gutter when it rains
bold cricket enjoy the shelter from sunlight
with antenna waving to two noted melody

pig iron heating coil a sentinel to cold
similar to outstretch accordion; no keys
pipes still intact skirting ceiling to floor
tiles faded with time; either chip or gone
a lone mirror so brave to show your face
unforgiving projects your earthened desire