Behind the porticoed house of a long dead farm…

Behind the porticoed house of a long dead farm
They found the falling down timbers of a spooky old barn
Out there like a slave ship upside down
Wrecked beneath the waves of grain
When the river is low, they find old bones
And when they plow, they always dig up chains.

“Don’t Go Into That Barn,” Tom Waits

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