Friday, November 28, 2014

Pennhurst Past


A central corridor lined with rooms, 
each room a yesterday, beds lining 
walls the color of watery pea soup, 
the smell of amnesia in the still air, 
and pillows full of memory, forgotten.


Ginnie said...

Seeing it like this, one wonders how it can possibly be still standing...and not totally swept away from memory?!

Emery Roth II said...

And yet this is the one they are hoping to save. The roof looks like a rib cage.