The Black Wall

The walls have eyes
embedded in the grain
by their arboreal past
cooncentric creation of years.

Blackened boards, tarred preservation
embued with dark angel mystique
absorbing the esseence of others’ lives
the animal kingdom of human kinds.

Monument to the carpenter
adorned by work of smith
locked doors covet the emptiness
untility no longer them reason.

Life from the earth
frays at the contact
coating the surface
with a verdant buff.

Remnant holes, vacated evidence
of hungry maggot
Silf threads, arachnid traps
decorations of death

The walls absorb our thoughts
as we project to them our fantasy
Black holes invite our curiosity
we dare to ponder what they hide.

-Ciaran Burke