Gray bones, unyielding
against the shifting winds
of a century’s dance,
stand tall,
supporting the relic.
Dusty tobacco—
its earthy scent
mingles with manure,
sweat, soil, and corn,
the essence deeply embedded
in wood and beam.
Rodent, bird, snake, spider,
a silent assembly, disturb
the cattle’s communion
in peat and refuge,
a sanctuary for small creatures
and hidden lovers,
their secrets suspended,
in the shadows of these walls.