context isn't necessary here, but it may be interesting: I had been living on campus during the pandemic for about three months. hardly anyone else was there. I took a lot of walks and looked at things like posters announcing events that were overwritten by disease.
in quiet halls and empty stairwells roam
the children of what memory remains
and silent shadows lurking in the gloam
seek audience and witness to their pains
in cloudy skies where once would cherubs play
there now rest shrouded dieties of rot
for death hides where the lying living lay
and waits until their lying is forgot
through all the disappearances of faith
remains a desperate clinging to its form
dust takes the shape of what was once a wraith
and whispers tell of what was once a storm
while strong the hearth of lonely souls may burn
so still, I'm sure, the living will return