Halfie

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..."