vacancy

absence of clamour silence reigns within
outside there's nothing for the eye to see
no blossom left no hungry seeking bee
no empty bottles once brimful with gin
in the deep waters no alarming fin
a world that of both thought and sense is free
the skyline is not marked by any tree
and puffs of air pass over tired skin
a world of colours now reduced to grey
meaning is absent all that's left is sound
and ghosts inhabit every empty space
we cannot call this strange experience day
not one thing here that can shock or astound
and honesty has fled from every face