Even lamps remain wary, warn witnesses
Trees shed leaves to plant inconspicuously
Abyss fixed sills with brick licked cement presses

No vacancies, all deals inked previously
Sink the building, one room, open plan, unmanned
Prime estate, best guess, bin, shunt, piteous plea

As grass, rain and moss reclaim steel, glass and sand
Pawns pawn off lawns away from gaze, curtains drawn
Grins map their crimson skins, wads of cash unhand

Slabs of slick paper stacked thick presented as norm
Then stores stack bread by arcane skulduggery
Husks of same shape, size take necromantic form

Poor culled summary, graves robbed, new bourgeoisie
Ghosts of old debris, lull in dull luxury


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