The Armoire - Owen

The armoire

That you found by the dumpster

While visiting your sister

It looks fine

In the living room where

The others you’ve rescued

Go to die

That old mirror by the bed

Without much of anything

To reflect

Save for a few holes

In a crippled bed post

Shadows that don’t move

Cobwebs in the corner

A dead spider on the wall

Well, I’m home

But I’m not home

Boxes in the basement

That were spared

From rising waters

Discarded blood-

Stained drum

Skins and sticks

Rest on your mother’s mattress

Well, I’m home

And somehow when I was gone

This house I’d left for dead had lingered on

Well, I’m home

With my own family in tow

And everything’s the same

But different

And I’m home again

But the devil knows I’m born again

And I can’t hold these walls up

On my own