I walk on crumbling pavement in derelict streets
To gaze upon abandoned buildings with boarded doors
And dusty signs that advertise sorrow for closure.
I travel to the overgrown fields
To visit wakes of vultures with avid mien
And clamorous geese that fly overhead to nowhere.
The lowering skies and threatening clouds provide refuge
For a journeyer such as I, hooded in gray and solitary.
When all ground is unsteady and every kindness a threat,
I take comfort in the evidence of decay.
With knowledge of such dark glory, can misery abide?
