WINDOWS DEAD
Two windows – dead now
with plywood nailed
across their openness
like heavy coins placed
atop dead people’s eyes
to keep them shut
and to pay the ferry man
to transport them
to the other side.
No longer windows to the soul
behind bricks showing individual
initiative to warp straight lines
and to crack wrinkled mortar
as the building decays
into inside darkness
searching escape through chinks.