. Hearth
to know the
soot-black red brick back
with the
thick slate hearth-masked grate
and webs
not seen but kept
loose-ends which hang and sing
with winds
which twitch and bite with hollow
lustless teeth
which swallow time and knock
it back and up
that sober sallow throat where
light
oh so like tallow
spasms and attacks
cold rushes in in turn to fill
the chasms
and the cracks
the cracks bely
a distant hidden square of sky
which glistens slightly to the nonexistent eye