The glory has departed
and soon the house will follow.
The laughter of the living,
The words of the wise,
The folly of the fool,
recorded on her walls
are consigned to silence.
A strip of tin from the roof
flaps in the wind
as if to say good-by
but still she waits.
Does she wait for science
to unlock her mysteries?
Or to be laid to rest in peace,
destiny fulfilled?
She was laid to rest
in a blaze of glory.
