It's strange, what people leave behind.
Be they heirlooms reclaimed following
Or casually neglected carrion, -
Leftovers to sustain proactive
Homeless - Haunted houses
Carry with them an intrigue
Not everyone
Views uniformally.
Property is a hands-on matter
Grasping fruitless
Granted its shifting clutch.
Regardless,
There remains a perverse sloganeering
Which prides a similar claim -
By nature hood -
Often losing the day's harvest
Before the kitchen is reached,
Whilst Hallmark-hearsted
Cramps bother
With mysteries-come-riddles.
"I've been Mining for days...
Underneath this house,
This house where I was born."
The dead do the will of the living;
Plaigiarisms of votive script.
"To have and to hold..."
