Poisoned Words

Old places
defined for what they could have been
listening to the wind blow through them
as they remember the hope
in the first days of their full existence.
And this is their gathering
and this is their pyre.
With parentheticals rising eloquent
Captivating the crowd
hanging on to a younger time.
Holding on to a perceived picture of youth
a perfect moment.
Lingering in the back of their minds
whispering its poison into their very foundations
until it brings the whole thing crashing down.
Until there is nothing left
but the memory of a memory.

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