The Last House
There you stand, as you have stood
So many times before - so many times yet?
The world passes you by;
Your neighbours have felt the warm embrace
Of Man's turn of fancy, his ever growing need to improve and reclaim,
Have succumbed to a fate more palatable to our sentimental whims
Than your current state of grim separation.
There you stand, a witness to our greatest fear,
A symbol of the desperate state of dereliction