The Long Run
It is good sometimes to drop a plumb-line
to the basement and find subsidence;
lie prone in a crawlspace and point a light
at dessicated mice in dusty traps;
hold your hand against the seams of a house
and feel the cold air seep.
To be reminded, I mean, of the long run
and of decay, that maintenance is vanity,
that when your neighbor finds your body
at the bottom of the stairs
he may empty out your wallet
before calling the police.
2 thoughts on “Revision: The Long Run”
Good to know you’re still cheery and upbeat, Aaron 😉
I’m wondering if I ought to split these into two different poems, one about home repair and the myth of Sisyphus, and the other about the indignities of helplessness and death…