The Sad Building

The sad building is looking through eyes of broken glass sees the desolate high street the smouldering car chassis the patch of congealed blood a glance from a hidden face the brittle splintered shards and a corpse of an old tramp The sad building is listening with ears of porous concrete hears an old woman weeping a scuttle of sleek fat vermin the sound of greedy laughter the distant ambulance siren the mad howl of a rabid dog and a quiet prayer for Jesus The sad building is suffering the deep underlying tension the terror that soaks the air the hopeless despair of man a despairing hope for woman the desire for self destruction the steeled knives of revenge and the apocalypse dawning The sad building remembers with a yearning for yesterday the happy smiling shoppers a tall glowing Christmas tree children’s carefree laughter young lovers holding hands the colourful street carnival and the days before the riots The sad building is awaiting upon it’s rocked foundations for night to arrive once more for the maggots to crawl out for one more festering corpse for the street gang’s charades for a future of sullen decline for the birth of a ghost town