The Library

Crumbling red,
red bricks
lashed together
with grey, water-
tight ropes.
The colors bathe,
bleeding red-
orange.

It’s a destiny
defying erection:
ready, to collapse
breathless,
on grey foundations:

accompanied by
puddles of
expended rain;
the dirty bathwater
used to wash a
grey, grey graffiti
by the birds.