Mud on the floor

Weight of age rests on shoulders of a rusted cage when removed does display

Dirt in a painted shirt, a sequined gown a skirt hung on a hook of clay

A woman in dust held together by must, her and the man the same

Remnants, once a man that years outran return to from where they came

A human crust, just dust of disgust, the cost of time to pay

Broken frame of shame, a forgotten name just to sweep away