Institutions

This is a house for the haunting

Full of silence, full of groaning

Of cries that can’t be understood.

And questions that can’t be answered

 

This is a house for the leaving

A door the neighbors hurry past

Where the letters do not arrive

And the telephones are silent.

 

This is the house of wasted time

Of aimless days and weeks and years

Of lives robbed of their purposes

And stories that have no meaning.

 

Here in the room no home contains

Defended by my protocols

I patrol the paperwork wall

‘Tween me and them, and beg You be

 

The light sent unto her blindness

To be the song his deafness hears

The firmness ‘neath her trembling limbs

The loudest voice his madness brings.

 

Oh God if You are here tonight

You came in quiet as a ghost.

But if this is not a haunted house

Then Your temples too are empty.

 


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