This Hollowed Place

Barren brick on broken logs

She stands-- clustered-- deep space--

The taste of lilac on her tongue

Breathing-- an iron lung--

As she fights to tame the London fogs,

Forever haunted in this Hollowed place.

How often can one survive many flogs

From the decaying fire lace?

Her cries for help cannot remain unsung--

The first moon, sprung.

Death shall wait beneath the ancient bogs

Forever taunted in this Hollowed place.

Be mindful of the cogs

When the clocks tick-tock in haste.

Pumpernickel baskets that clung--

Three beetles rolling a ball of dung.

Snakes eating frogs

Forever forgotten in this Hollowed Place.

Only the lovers pettifogs

Could wake her to the recognizable face--

Dark hands that hang limp around the rung,

Fearing-- They all stood among--

Crimson tears through Raven's claws

Sincerely undaunted.