Windows blackened like bruised eye lids

Rocks thrown by neighbourhood kids

Tiles flaking like clay dandruff

Left derelict,  it had enough

With a heave and crunch of masonry

The House was no longer stationary

Unhinged, the door flapped wide

An empty stomach hidden inside

The hall carpet lolled like a tongue

Broken pipes and cables hung

It shuffled down the vacant street

Slowly, on splintered makeshift feet

It looked at rows of beautiful homes

The warm glow of life it had never known

It wanted, no needed occupants

Whether willing or resistant

It creaked and groaned as it made its way

Scooped up dog walkers, business talkers starting their day

It gobbled a crowd waiting for the bus

A whole old residence home (they made no fuss)

A playground of smoking teens

Old or young, anyone that was seen

They rolled down its dusty, cobwebbed hall

To fill the abode from wall to wall

Now full to the brim the town stood silent

It never intended to be so violent

But after standing so alone

It needed some bodies to call it home