I.
You were
Unbroken; you did not know,
you could not see
that when the empty noises
Of the plaster people began
To echo through your silent walls you were
Completed.
The storm was coming, but you
Could not leave; your heart was a clay brick in
The foundations of your fathers.

II.
You began
To peel away skin
Like wallpaper and it floated through the
Air space of your
Crumbling mind and you were
Constant.
You belonged
To the boards and the dust that blew
In your windless veins and caused you
To construct yourself.

III.
You could not feel
The weight on your shoulders as
A hundred gray birds flew through your doorways and
Disrupted you.
And the dust and the skin and the silence of you
Hummed.