Plumb string taut
Snap black.
Mark, cut.
What?
A century on
it still smells of ink.
Insect drafted lines on insect eaten wood.
Made buildings.
They stood, fell.
See?
What's left - one thread, too.
Snap black.
Mark, cut.
What?
A century on
it still smells of ink.
Insect drafted lines on insect eaten wood.
Made buildings.
They stood, fell.
See?
What's left - one thread, too.