Tearing it open,
The rust of the decrepit door scrapped my eye.
Forcing through the grass grown window was the sun
And where it struck my eyes followed.
It was where my matrimonial bed once lay
A cedar propelled its feeble branches through the broken vessel.
Where my children once played was a cur’s carcass
Whose stench swept back the animated human one which always ushered me in.
Stuck to the shatters of a family photo by cobweb,
Was what looked like a palm Which wore a ring that paired mine,
Besides it a female skeleton slumped.

© Namaganda