I stumbled across this wonderful nodeshell
less than a day after stumbling across an abandoned textile mill
in the woods a few miles from my house
so old that what must have once been "NO TRESPASSING
" signs on the fences surrounding it had faded completely to white
. My friend Layne
and I of course felt obligated to investigate, and found the most silent place
I have ever been. We spent more than an hour wandering around, and it wasn't until we were back outside that we realized that neither of us had spoken during our time inside. It felt like a holy place
, completely forgotten by the world, and it wouldn't have felt right to disturb that kind of perfect, dead peace. Anyway, these lines occured to me after seeing this nodeshell:
We walked these hollowed, hallowed halls
Where the fingerbone
Once pushed their slow tips from scaling cement skins
And ancient standing pools of rust
A slick and sickening stigmata
on the floor.
We walked these rheumy
, gloomy rooms,
This broken factory for its secret ghosts
These moldy, dim-lit chambers attested
To some heyday and some later failure.
We solemnly wondered what went wrong.
We walked these tremendous, empty dens,
Where even the spider
s had starved long ago in the dark
Before some heretic rockthrower
let in light and
Blinded the blasted windowed eyes in, and now
Their dessicated corpses hang from gossamer catacomb threads
We walked these labyrinth
With their silent miles of reaching cable, pipe, and wire,
Searching for a clue, reverent, taciturn, hushed.
We tried to find with ancient eyes
a sign of life,
Found nothing but the smell of tombdust and dead bleach collapse.
We walked these muted, tubercular
For a glimpse of growth, some gentle suggestion of motion,
But the age of the death in that place
Guarded its own past with a distant immutability
We were too much living to uncover any hidden truth
Too vital in a place death long ago forgot to care about,
And our breathing could not disturb the sleep of the ancient saints
Which no longer wander those holy
halls or menace intruders,
But forever stand stiff, impassive, massive and unknown.