THE CHICKEN SHED

   THE CHICKEN SHED            TIM WILLIAMS       JULY 2015

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN THIS CHICKEN SHED,
ONLY DUST, SHIT AND EYE'S,
STARING EYE'S THAT SEE NOTHING,
BEADY, BLOODSHOT AND ROTTING FLY FODDER EYE'S

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN THIS CHICKEN SHED,
ONLY THE CARCASS OF AN OLD BIRD,
NO LONGER WILLING OR ABLE TO PUT UP A FIGHT,
AND THE GHOST OF HIS LAST BREATH, WHISPERING....WHISPERING

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN THIS CHICKEN SHED,
JUST DUST FROM A BY-GONE LIFETIME,
A CRUMPLED NOTE, STAINED WITH TIME'S DECAY
THAT READS " DONT FORGET, I LOVE YOU XXX ", DID SHE FORGET ?

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN THIS CHICKEN SHED,
EXCEPT A MEMORY IN A PHOTOGRAPH FADED BY THE LIGHT, THE LIGHT
THAT ENTERS THROUGH THE BROKEN WINDOW AT A CERTAIN TIME OF DAY,
BROKEN FRAME ASKEW, COVERED WITH LAPSED YEARS COBWEBS

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN THIS CHICKEN SHED,
BUT THE DISCARDED FAG END'S ON THE WARPED FLOOR BOARDS,
BUT IT ALL PROVES HE WAS HERE, FOR HE WAS HERE, OH YES
EVEN IF THEY SAY HE MADE NO LASTING IMPRESSION, NO SIGNIFICANT CONTRIBUTION

HE WAS HERE, AND SO WAS SHE.