In This Ruin a Life

My body is a sacked church
my mind the wrecked scriptorium
wasted and squandered
drunks and lewd women rioted here

But the keystone is solid
the great vault stands
though swallows sweep through its ribs
and wind meets little resistance

Here
on this weathered frame was hung
what pleased the eye
now muchly wracked
fallen to rubble and ruined time

What now stands was hidden
for most of a life
til fire came and came again

So now
it is open to the sky
the wind and birds

It is quiet
there is peace and breezes

The designer's hand revealed