There’s rats but that’s it.
They scurry about like they own the place.
They do.
And there’s homeless people.
But it’s not a home.
So, even if they crawl in here
at night for warmth and sleep,
they’re still homeless.
But no one’s using it
for a crack-house.
Too many cracks,
even for them.
Gentrification’s out.
The gentry want nothing to do with it.
Of course,
there’s always fire.
It’s taken up residence,
temporarily that is,
in a number of other neighborhood buildings.
Not sure why it turns its back on this one.
Maybe it has a phobia for water damage.
It’s a hollow edifice,
decrepit by day, ghostly by night.
Decrepit ghosts, most likely.
