A House Standing in Darkness
by Em Strang
Out in the open, something old and dark
shakes out the glass from its frames,
blows wide the front door
to let more darkness in.
Somehow the house is both hollow
and full of darkness at the same time.
If you walk inside, the hunger for something
outside the house – the quarrying – ends
and each footfall comes along by itself.
The whole house is bursting with darkness.
There are cupboards here and old sofas,
memorials with no names.
Yet the whole house cannot be penetrated
with the silver pin of the mind.