Shut, we hear the whispers
as ever, i would take
hear the humble mummers
as line by the half-baked
slowly, we creak back
a suggestion to the point
slowly, they stand up
and all was out of joint

against me lies the broken vase
shattered in three ways
on me is tacked a letter
in tears, an apology says
skillfully hold my breath
one lies upon the floor
one of them ran away
but never shut the door

shut, we hear the whispers

so never shut the door