🏚️⛓️Haunted House Story
Way on the edge of a dark suburb, rests an old haunted house
Down an industrial alley, when you see a blighted cul de sac, you're close
But if you know, you know– no one is known to have returned
Except those who want to be the haunt by accelerating carbon burned
And even they themselves are haunted, despite what they espouse
Covered in an ivy-crept facade, down in our old haunted house.
The front door wails open, and screams as it smacks shut, then beckons you down hallways
Pulling you past many void-black pools of uncertain mysteries in doorways
With generations of portraits watching, you enter a room with an under door dim glow
Where in the center rests a replica haunted dollhouse, though
Surrounding the rim of the room, every expression of dollface turns your way
As you realize you were cursed before you even entered the driveway.
Because what’s haunting isn’t the dolls, dollhouse, or the larger one it sits within
But where it's all housed atop, hidden underneath: our cursed earth, a nonfiction
Our spirited planet, haunted by every dead and to-be-living carbon lifeform
Chain-linked tethered together in the basement past the cellar door
Where we can still exorcize the evil and rest less-haunted at home one day
By electing honest neighbors who’ll fight polluting-industry in the community HOA.
— Adam Powers