Ghost Town ((I Once Lived There)(a poem))

Ghost Town (I Once Lived There)

I was once, like an old empty
ghost town; I alone, lingered in it,
as its guest—no warmth or light,
or life, just dust and death, and cold
ruin’d bricks, some stone and wood…
cold and ruin’d— but God let me live in it.
My throat got choked from the slum; iron
rimed wooden wheel tracks, once roamed there,
now left in the mud; somehow there’s a
friendly gloom about all this, so oozing with
joy over despair, in the chilled air.
Yes, oh yes, I once lived there.

#2285 (2-22-2008)