Unbidden
the sun boils angrily
through ruptured cloudcover.
The light cast grim, grey and warm
exciting water molecules below
pushing coppery atrophy on steel devices.
Inside, the air hangs low,
clinging to chemically-coded dust
awaiting the back-and-forth
of the broom.
Some base stink
hovers about the building;
origin unknown.
Outside, crows shriek joyously
at the bulging, stinking black bags
so recently tossed
into the treasure heap.
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