Is Someone There

Irrevocable persuasion of decay
Carnal putrescence is convincing
A temporal reminder of transience
In which we float toward the gate
Of the perfectly Unspeakable
From whence no one leaves
As dead leaves unceremoniously fall
Each fall on the unkempt alleyways of
Long abandoned park of our memory
And the neglected soul that’s been consigned
To dwell in a doghouse on the outskirts
Of this filthy squalid reservation
Howls in the thunderous silence
But haggard cynic bitch just holds her nose
And asks (in fact, she barks)
If she can just move in?
Since the doghouse is really vacant
It is long empty
And no one howls or begs for help:
Since there is no soul
Since there’s never been a soul