How Did We Get Here?

full moon, low hung... bare branches brush darkness wet skies. listening, listening, to the tin roof rusting with the dew, to the bricks groaning and chipping with time, to the brown grasses weeping for a new start... old cars that wont crank, window screens duct taped. the lie on the stove smells like long ago supper, the mail on the table unopened. and the light in the bedroom flickers, almost done. who are we? and how did we get here? somewhere far off a baby cries, a dog barks, a screen door slams. here there is nothing left, but the smell of old shoes, and cardboard boxes no one dares to look into!