Tired Building

The air smoked.
No cigarettes necessary.
There was so much haze already inside the cavernous hall
that it simply propagated itself.
Like rabbits, the wafts intermingled and
bred,
spawning new blue-grey curls
of carcinogenic vapor.

Cement floor looked up and
winced.
A foot had just slammed
down
on
it.
Hundreds had.
When you’re the floor it’s hard to look up
without getting a bunch of feet in your eye.

The walls drooped away
from the sky.
They were slowly falling
towards their bases
as fast as they could compress.

The building was tired.
It had been here
its whole life.