History trapped inside flaking plaster,
Obscured from the view.
Buried beneath the firm red bricks
With a cemented future anew.
But crumbling corniche betrays
Glazed coat of fresh paint,
It hides the bricked moments
Some heal and others taint
The foundations with poisoned blood,
Shed in a whirling quagmire,
As the stately mansion sinks
With its present and future entire.

Only the ghost watches now,
With dead eyes...