Pinhole. Nail hole.
What were you?
What nail pierced your paint and sheetrock,
Chipping your edges,
And drawing more attention to you?
What art hung upon and within?
Of man, or beast, or divinity?
The evening light falls perfectly on you;
And yet I only see absence:
Absence of something that was;
Absence of something that had been -
Taken down and never replaced;
Why, we will never know.
What was once significant has lost its meaning,
And its space is taken up by nothing but a hole -
An absence of space.