Ecseri - unfinished

A chest of haggard dolls
and a beaten roller skate
snap at my fingers.

A cacophony of abandoned
string instruments
creak on a shelf,
glass gas lamps tarnish.

I am too afraid to touch
the porcelein or examine
strung up street signs
clanging in the wind.

Caged chairs clamber
across one another, discarded
rubber limbs writhe
in a heap on a cart,

scarred clocks leer
at ruby film posters,
flocks of chandeliers loom
over lock jawed wardrobes

Purple furred, beside an oven,
she sells postcards of
bear baiting, a frozen lake,
a faded holiday camp,
wishing they were here.