basement

the lone lightbulb
hangs from the wire
sways
on the errant wind
of ghosts dancing
in the murkiness
of the basement
with cracked concrete floor
and
the pervading scent
of mold
of mildew
of coppery hints
at hidden
nefarious deeds
done in the faint light
of the incandescent bulb
the shadows
stretch angrily
as the socket does lazy circles
above

stacks
of old newspapers
bundled up
stories
in faded ink
of a city
long stabbed in the heart
left to fester
of deaths
breaking news
broken
buried
forgotten
boxes
of once important
long languished
things
that no one knows
where to find
precisely
or have already
replaced upstairs

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