Show AFTERMATH by anna prince redd tall chimney defiantly it stands alone divorced from every board and stone that once was home rubbish clutters up the lot all the papers of the town are caught upon the ragged shrubs A yellow rosebush flaunts its bloom without the care that once it knew the grass that was the lawn has gone to seed along the path and weeds usurp the bed where flowers grew this shaft of firmly mortared rock has weathered storms withstood the shock of winds that laid huge trees upon the ground yet not a crack or seam is f found to break its strength towering there its tall straight length waits the magic of builder hands and my coming home from far off lands chimney weeds and broken path the fires sterile aftermath |