Sprung - 2011/01/02

A cool wind is howling
The doors are knocking
Life resembles a crawl
As derelict is walking

Coyotes skulk sorrily
Dogs refuse to consort
Neighbors bunker down
All justice ran short

Out from these walls
Emerges an idea undone
To eternal punishment
Of debt owed to no one

Fear this foundation
Of a future designed
That belongs to a man
With a life consigned

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