From Windows (c) Malcolm Lively

An Open Mind

A road winds lazily
Up a hollow.
Waiting at the end, a house.
A house wood and stucco
A carport blood and bone.

Who lies there and what did he do?
Contortionist with a gun
Mime-speaks through a hole.
Memory leaks sap the strength
(Cell warranties expire, too.)

The mind on a concrete carport
Thinks little of the fuss
A piece of mind on the awning pole
Left behind played the marksman
Now unmarked is food for flies
Dancing to a Mozart Requiem.